First world problems have been getting a bit of airplay with that excellent
First World Problem rap that has gone a little viral.
Before I showed my newly teenagered Blossom the You Tube video I stopped to explain what a developing world problem would be first. She thought the vid was hilarious. Before I could show my eleven year old the video I heard my mobile phone ringing.
It was the eleven year old calling me from the landline in the upstairs study to say that he was hungry and could I please bring him up some lunch.
Aaaaaaaaargh.
No.
Mind you this system was in place long before mobile phones. I've just watched the most excellent new series of Upstairs Downstairs and they have little buttons in every room which ring a bell in the basement kitchen calling the downstairs staff to attention. To my son I am simply the downstairs staff.
My son's first world problem was that he was hungry, yet busy playing computer games...a dilemma.
My first world problem was that a couple of months ago I drowned my iPhone. Quel Horreur! One day during a typical Sydney torrential downpour when the water pours from the sky as if from a giant bucket my iPhone slipped out of my handbag and into the river that was flowing past my parked car.
The thing is, I didn't realise this for a couple of hours.
Once I realised I went back to look for it. I didn't for one minute think it had survived but the thought that my phone with all its contacts and whatnot was out in the wild was all too much.
I found it wedged up against a car wheel seven cars down the road in a bunch of leaves. Despite efforts to dry it out it was completely drowned. I still had 8 months left on my phone and data plan.
My pennance, and to set an example for my kids as to what would happen if they droppedbrokedrowned their phone, was to buy this phone. The cheapest I could find.
Now I hate to appear ungrateful but I'm going to be.
This phone is CRAP.
Oh it looks deceptively benign, but it is truly evil. The buttons are hard to press and quite frankly once you've had a QWERTY keyboard forget going back. Texting was a nightmare. To top it all off it didn't tell you when there was a voicemail message, didn't receive emails and couldn't bluetooth to my car.
See what I mean by first world problems.
I truly perceived that this phone dragged my life to the dark ages. I mean I've seen homeless men on the street in Sydney with iPhones.
So I was SO relieved today to be gifted an old iPhone in a corporate phone re-shuffle. I feel whole again.
The cheap Nokia will be kept in our house as a reminder of what happens to those who don't care for their stuff.
