There I said it!
For the longest time I have been after my husband to switch from a Blackberry to an iPhone.
Oh dear! What was I thinking?
We told Harold that his cell phone was a dinosaur. I was tired of him handing me his Blackberry every time he ran into a jam. It had been so long since I owned one, that I couldn’t remember the procedures anymore. I got frustrated.
Also, Harold loved all my apps. He would hog my cell, especially when we were traveling. He loved that he could get his college football team’s games no matter where we were. He lusted after my cell, but not enough to make the change to the iPhone.
Well, all that changed just before the Christmas holidays. After a year of nagging, he got his new iPhone 5s, and the real trouble began.
He didn’t like the keyboard. He had trouble answering the phone. Half the time he would hand it to me to answer, even when I was driving. He couldn’t tell if it was charging. He couldn’t close his apps. At one point he even complained about an app and finally said that his Blackberry could do a better job. I reminded him that his Blackberry didn’t have that app or the ability to do it at all.
And don’t get me started about misbehaving apps, of which there seems to be a few since the app providers haven’t all upgraded their apps to operate with the iOS 7. Thank goodness for young people. One of them finally showed me how to do something as simple as killing an app using the iOS 7. Can you tell that I never, never upgraded my 4s to the iOS 7?
Harold kept forgetting to turn it off, and many times he forgot to hang up the call. Several colleagues told me that they could still hear him talking over construction sounds in the background. I hope he didn’t give away any trade secrets!
He has pocket dialed more than half the people in his office, numerous times; and our kids have gotten so many calls that it is a running family joke. My daughter Jenny said that one day while she was in meetings she had to turn her iPhone off, because her dad kept pocket dialing her. The vibrate was running down her phone battery.
I asked, “Have you used Siri yet?” Harold said, “No.” I said, “Do you know what it is?” He said, “No.” I said, “OK”.
It was literally weeks of whining and fussing. Harold was driving me crazy!
At one point he asked me if I thought it was waterproof. Waterproof? He told me that he wanted to drop it in the toilet to find out. I kept my mouth shut, and silently hoped he would.
Plus, Harold loses everything and drops things. This is the same man who dropped his Blackberry on to an atrium with marble floors. They’re probably still talking about that in the Orlando airport. It is a wonder his new iPhone still has its screen intact.
And then, the ultimate. One of his elderly friends said to Harold, “Whatever you do, don’t upgrade it to an iOS 7.” Oh boy! We had already done that, and his sweet blond secretary told him so.
The complaining had just about stopped, but this set him off again. We listened to several more weeks of complaining about how the upgrade was why his iPhone was so difficult to use.
Maybe for me, but certainly not for him. When in doubt, he just hands it to me!
We tried to explain that he never had the operating system, and that his friend probably upgraded a 4 or 4s to the iOS 7. And that he really doesn’t have anything in which to compare. We may as well have been speaking Greek! He said, “What?”
(Big eye roll here.)
Remember how I told him that his Blackberry was a dinosaur? Well, I kind of forgot that Harold is, too. We just gave a new kitten to a dinosaur. What was I thinking? All he really wanted was something in which to answer the phone and occasionally send a very short email.
Several times in the last few days, I thought to myself, “Dear Lord, just kill me now!”