Steven From Bell Mobility

Within the last minute…sixty seconds…Isaac threw up on me, I spilled tuna salad on my lap, and Ella coloured her hands and arms magenta. I now need a coffee. I have no cream. Tea will have to do.

Prior to that I was listening to Steven from Bell Mobility explain to me how I can upload pictures from my new phone to send a picture message.

WHY IS THERE A PASSWORD REQUIRED!!!?????!!!

As if life is not complicated enough, now they go and add a password to my phone so I can send picture messages. My old phone did not require a password. This concept is lost on me. Why is it required? Is it for my benefit? To protect me? Maybe they are looking out for me. Maybe if my phone is stolen and the thief wants to send picture messages he {or she} won’t be able to because they don’t have the password.

Honestly, I don’t care. If someone steals my phone and wants to send picture messages,

all the power to them. Maybe that would help me catch the thief that stole my phone. I would see their forearm and their blurred face in front of whatever landmark they had to see while they travel the world with the extra cash they are not spending on a phone bill, because they stole my phone. That is, if they sent the picture to me, or you, or someone I know who happened to see that they had received a picture message of the thief with my phone. That would make it easy to catch them. So, thieves be warned; if you plan on stealing my phone, do not send me a picture message or I will catch you.

Anyways, the point of that fake story is that I asked for it. I asked for the puke, the tuna salad on my lap, and for Ella to be caught red {ok magenta} handed. I was doing too many things and one of them was bound to give. I was feeding Isaac, eating lunch, and trying to talk on the phone to Steven from Bell Mobility, while Ella played oh-so-sweetly {or so I thought} in her room unattended. {I already know she should not have been unattended, no need to remind me!} Point being, Steven from Bell Mobility was literally mid-sentence when I decided to just close my phone. I hung up on him. It was rude. I know. I can not stand when I am hung up on and I just did it to a stranger. I can only hope that since he works for Bell and knows what crap phones they are, he chalks it up to another phone losing service. I just couldn’t listen anymore. My hands were full, and so was my head, and he was talking, and it had to stop.

Steven from Bell Mobility; if you ever read this….I sincerely apologise for hanging up on you. You were doing your job. I am sorry.

So, now Ella is clean, Isaac is asleep, I have my tea, and Dora is babysitting. I am going to refuel and get ready for our next adventure while Ella finishes up her Spanish lesson for today. That will give me precisely 12 minutes to copy and paste this file on my blog, and it will take precisely that long because I have dial-up internet….don’t even get me started.

*Liz