As mentioned previously, I’ve recently switched to AT&T because I fell in love with the sexy iPhone. As pretty much any of my friends can attest to, I’m firmly addicted to my phone. I’d rather text or email than talk, and much to my joy, I’ve found there’s an app for almost anything I can think of.

Imagine the look that crept across my face today as I opened my first bill and found that it was nearly $500. For one month. With over $300 in data charges. Yeah, I use it that much to access the interwebz, but OH HAI UNLIMITED DATA?!

Gathering myself up off the floor, I stared at it again and wondered what all the random charges were. Not being one to just pay a bill without questioning someone to hell and back first, I grabbed the house line and called AT&T.

After the last little incident - I still want that hour of my life back dammit - I was fully prepared to put my feet up and waste yet another hour of my life trying to get my bill straightened out.

Ah, but life does like to drop surprises in my lap from time to time, and sometimes good ones! Within a mere 15 minutes, half the charges on the phone were dropped, my account reviewed and adjusted accordingly for less minutes.

Apparently, even Mini-Me texts more than talking. Nearly 4000 text messages going through her phone, but under 400 minutes of talking time.

Now all I have to do is wait for the 3.0 software to come out and I can get back to sending quirky pictures to friends of the amusing things I run across in my daily life.

I’m still trying to get my heart to slow down, between the bill and the quick customer service, I’m still in a state of shock. A girl can only take so much in one day before losing her mind! And as we all know, mine is a little hinky to begin with.

Best solution: I’m off to have a Guinness!

Okay, I’m coming clean. I have a bad habit of texting while driving. I don’t do it all the time, because it’s a little difficult to keep your car going in a straight line when you are fumbling with your iPhone trying to hit the right letter.

I was hanging out with some of my girlfriends last night, and the subject of my other bad habit, speeding, came up. And I was chastised to hell and back about my speeding habits. Scolded and reminded that I’m somebody’s mother and should be thinking of them, especially my daughter who is still at home with me.

On my way home, I heard this awesome remake of Blondie’s Call Me and wanted to tell pseudo-hubby so I wouldn’t forget it. You have no idea how much I forget these days. Like forgetting that I could, oh, I don’t know, tag the damn song with my iPhone. The blonde is strong with me these days.

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Recently I purchased a spiffy new iPhone that I’m head over heels in love with.  So in love with it that when I go out to the local pub to meet up with friends for drinks, I’m often yelled at to put the crack phone away.  Yeah, I love it that much.

When I purchased it, I knew that it does not currently support MMS messages, but the software update is expected sometime this summer.  Having seen friends’ phones in action, I expected to be getting text notifications with a link in the event someone tried to send me a picture or whatnot.  Since I rarely get pictures sent to me anyway, I didn’t think about it much.

In a conversation with a friend yesterday, he mentioned having sent me a text message the night before.  I stared at my phone and assured him I had not received one.  He insisted he had sent one.  Being a stickler for always being right, I logged into my AT&T account and checked.  Not a single text message from him.  A few I had sent to him, but none from him.  He has an obnoxious tendency to not reply to texts, so it never occurred to me that there was a problem.

Well, see, Mr. Smarty Pants sends all of his messages to me in MMS format.  Always.  Highly annoying, but will he fix this little “feature” on his phone?  Nooooo, of course he won’t.  Realizing that the format of his messages was the problem, I contacted AT&T to find out why I wasn’t getting the notification at least.

The first person I talked to was a nice young man who checked my account, told me he didn’t understand what the problem was, and did some strange reset that required me to turn off my phone for a minute and then turn it back on.  I had a co-worker and another friend send me pictures via text to see if I got the notification, but alas, no such notification appeared.  After roughly fifteen minutes of going back and forth and testing, the customer service rep gave up and told me he would transfer me to iPhone support.

The second person I talked to was another very nice young man who did some brief trouble shooting and said he couldn’t help me, because the problem was in the service itself, not the phone.  Apparently, while he’s iPhone support, he has nothing to do with AT&T.  Why the first person transferred me to him is still a mystery.  And with that, after another fifteen minutes gone, he transferred me to yet a third person.

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From xkcd:

I told you I got a new iPod touch, yes?  I can’t tell you where I got it from, which is weird, because I rather like profusely thanking edited dammit friends in public who get me things when I do something right for a frickin’ change.

*cough*

Anyhoo…

So, now I’m rummaging through my cds and ripping them so I can have them with me at all times.  And it’s weird, because I haven’t actually bought music since discovering XM.  My kids, iPod junkies.  Me, not so much.  I don’t have time to fiddle around with playlists and all that.  I am an avid XM fan and love surfing channels to find new music.  But buying cds?  Yeah, not too often.

So here I am, going through my little collection.  And half of them?  Missing.  Empty case, no cd.  GDI.  The pisser?  I know exactly where they are.  And I am too classy to ask for them back, or to publicly bitch about it.  *ahem*

But, uh, yeah.  Dammit.  Somewhere, on the other side of the river in an alternate universe, someone is getting poked in the eye with fuckin’ biscotti.

So I got a new toy today.  And it’s not the pressies from Tetris that he keeps talking about in his blog.  It was something completely and totally unexpected, and I’m not even allowed to say where it came from.  *pout*

It’s sparkly!  It’s shiny!  It’s an iPod touch!  SQUEE!

*bounce*

Thank you!

Somebunny woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

*sigh*

Yeah, somebunny was me.

I had several disturbing dreams last night, but I think the most disturbing of all was a dream in which I almost drowned. The disturbing bit was not so much that I was drowning, but that in my dream, I was perfectly okay with this. Not going to analyze that, thanks anyway.

I woke up with a headache, the type that feels like someone is cramming ice picks into your eyes. Whee. I snipped, snarked, bitched, stomped, and then cried in the shower for a little bit. Dammit, I have nearly two weeks before the red tide, there is no reason for me to be so pissy!

Oh… and slightly related, if you’ve noted my absence on IRC after yesterday, that would be due to a hard drive failure. Which, you know, happens. But dammit I hate reinstalling and then having to rescue all of my files off the old drive. It’s gonna take two weeks to get everything just so.

Yeah yeah, back ups. I know. Anyone want to recommend good software that will do that shit routinely for me using my dvd writer?

Sincerely,

Sabre McPissyPants

i hate everything

Ah, the holidays. A special time for family, for getting together, for shared memories and laughter, good food and good times. But, most importantly, for new toys!

Sabreland was a happy place this holiday season, with new gizmos and gadgets aplenty. Yours truly donned a red hat and passed around pressies for all to enjoy. Everyone enjoyed their new toys, and even each others new toys.

Video games, new gaming systems, musicians toys, you name it. But the most fun for the day (besides my brand spankin’ new Kitchen Aide Artisan - oh the domestic goddess weeps with joy over that) was the ever so spiffy Homosapien V2 that Santa brought Tetris.

Who cannot be completely enamored with a toy that, when presented with its own toy, responds with glee? “Is that my ball?! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” Of course, we’ll just glaze over the part where he tells my beloved Sasha (Robopet, in pink, of course) to pee on the carpet, and then responds with “Who taught you that?!” It’s actually very cute and I hope to get it on video to share soon.

As usual, there was too much food, and far too many hours spent in the kitchen for the ten minutes at the table my heathens allowed for before running back to their rooms to commune with technology once again.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Next up, New Year’s Eve! Let there be much joy and laughter, with good friends and loved ones!

Recently, there was an issue at work that required my rather immediate attention, but I was sitting in a doctor’s office and not even aware of the problem until I arrived home and logged in to work.

The delay between the time the issue cropped up and my response (which consisted of something along the lines of, “no, this isn’t our issue, our vendor wigged out again”) was less than an hour, but found to be unacceptable to those who had to deal with irate subscribers.

And yeah, if I were that subscriber, I’d be pretty whizzed off too. The material they are trying to access is very time sensitive.

The solution? Hook a bitch up with the latest high tech uber nerd gadgetry and have her available 24/7.

Joy.

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