Bah, technology
Woke up two days ago, reached out for my phone to check for calls and messages. Not that I usually get that many calls and messages, but hey, you never know. The phone was where I left it the previous night, but something was wrong. At least, I thought something was wrong, unless the appearance of the words "SIM Card rejected" constitutes normalcy. After trying the SIM card in another phone without any luck and consulting with my provider’s customer service, I was assured that, yes, something was wrong with it. Off to the nearest service centre I went.
From the get-go, I was informed that my SIM card was dead and needed replacement. I asked about the cause of death, and the woman behind the counter said it could’ve been caused by magnets or overcharging the phone. I recall neither charging my phone nor placing it near any magnetic sources the previous night, but oh well, what can you do? At least the replacement card was free of charge.
Of course, nothing is ever totally free. Case in point: the damage meant that all data on the card was lost, including all the phone numbers and text messages on it. Now, this is actually the second time this has happened to me, but in both cases I wasn’t too bothered. The first time was in late December ‘02, when I got a replacement card after my phone had mysteriously vanished from the house. (Long story.) I hadn’t even got around to refilling the phone book memory when the card got damaged and I had to replace it for the second time in a week, so in that aspect, it wasn’t that big of a drag to have lost all the card’s contents due to a malfunction.
And then there was this incident. Again, it wasn’t as much as a problem as it could’ve been, because the handset I’m using now has quite a lot of memory on its own. I’ve been using it for almost a year now, and had moved quite a lot of numbers from the card’s memory to the phone, though I had not moved all of them, thinking I’d get around to it sometime in the future. A normal error, I think. Still, I think most of the numbers I usually call had already been moved. I was more pissed off at losing a text message announcing the birth of my nephew, which I’d kept in my inbox since October 5th, 2003.
Speaking of inbox messages, in the handset’s memory are some left that were sent by people whose names had been eradicated, including from a number of people I’d had fond memories of in the past, but hadn’t been in touch with for a while. I’d considered re-entering their names in the address book, but after thinking it over, there’s a reason why I hadn’t been in touch with those certain people. The opportunities always been there, but I’ve just never chosen to pursue it.
I guess you could call it resentment. It’s not something I’m proud of, and I wish I could be a better person by not resenting them. Alas, right now there’s nothing that could make me re-focus all my energy into something positive, or at least forget that my best efforts and intentions under the circumstances have been treated with the utmost shoddiness on a number of occasions. Forgive and forget don’t exist in my dictionary in some cases. Some people might as well be dead to me; I seem to be dead to them anyway, so it all works out. I don’t owe them anything. They can remain an anonymous message and phone number for all I care.
