2 GAWD I loves me some Garbage Day.
3 Maybe it's symbolic. You see,we...
4 Ah.
5 Clean-up time.
6 Obscure song by Lennon.
7 It's off Double Fantasy, his last album.
8 Garbage Day.
9 That's the difference between me and Lennon.
10 I'm pretty sure a song called Garbage Day would more than likely not go platinum.
11 Ah, it's who we are.
12 Moving On, Part One: I upgraded my iPhone 5 to an iPhone 5 <hashtagwhateverthenewestversioniswhatevuh> yesterday.
13 I did that because in the middle of explaining some stuff to my classes, I got pocket buzzed around six or seven times.
14 Great therapy for my left leg, but curious. I don't use tunes; I just have it vibrate. When you're old, it's good for the joints.
15 I don't get many calls 'cuz I'm not really a phone person, so when I do, I always hope it's someone I care about. About whom I care.
16 I put the students on group projects and sat down to have a look.
17 It was from a number I didn't know.
18 It was a group message. It was from people I didn't know. They were talking about going to Target, gift cards, and post Christmas stuff.
19 Then they buzzed about six or seven pictures of this Asian family Christmas.
20 It was the stuff of movies.
21 I didn't really want to peer into people's lives, and I certainly didn't want to jump into the mix, so whatdya do?
22 I Googled how to get off a group list, and was told in no uncertain terms that it couldn't be done.
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26 You're kidding me, right?
27 So my new job is to look in on these people's personal lives any time I want?
28 Uh...
29 I don't want.
30 I thought of all the movie possibilities. Hitchcock. Rear Window. That sort of stuff.
31 I went back for a sec to the pictures, and they were a perfectly happy family enjoying Christmas.
32 I got back to the business of Googling the answer.
33 The answer popped up that I needed to upgrade my phone to the latest upgrade.
34 I barely learned how to ANSWER my cell phone, and now Apple, Inc. wanted me to upgrade so I could go into my settings, push a few more buttons, look for some road sign that says "Leave this Message" and get on with it.
35 So I did.
36 Apple wanted to know if I wanted to use my Apple I.D., which would give me access to all sorts of tunes and things, or if I wanted to skip that.
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38 I wanted it all.
39 Okay, so enter Apple I.D.
40 I did.
41 I put in my password, the one I use on my MacPro at work.
42 <basketball buzzer>
43 Swell.
44 It said words to this affect: "Password has been disabled. You can get a new password, or we could retrieve the old one."
45
46 Who wants to remember yet another password? The other option was that I could have it emailed, or I could answer those mysterious questions they have you answer.
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49 I was getting REALLY annoyed. I opted (chose for normal people) to have it emailed.
50 Checked every email I have. No sign of Apple.
51 I went back in, and it had six different questions. "When is your birthday?" was one of them, so I chose that.
52 Instead of letting me just write it in, it took me to this virtual slot machine thingy where I had to roll the month, day, and year of my birth, which was somewhere in the Nineteenth Century.
53 My index finger alone took up half the screen, so each time I'd try it, it would throw me off and say, "Try again."
54 Seriously?
55 After doing this for around five more minutes, I decided to skip all that crap and forget about the iTunes and sexy additions.
56 Really. I just want to LEAVE this group.
57 It finally worked, but still wouldn't give me the option of getting out of this group.
58 I gave up, finished my school stuff, and then picked up my ukulele and practiced.
59 Tonight I'm going to leave out around eighty steps, and I will avoid doing too much with Apple ever again.
60 Good outfit, just not for me. I'm throwing it into the recycling.
61 Thank GAWD it is Garbage Day.
62 Gottago. Have a GREAT day. I fully intend to enjoy it, as Garbage Day is always my fave of the week.
63 See you again.
64 Peace.
~H~
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