…consider the possibility that waves which look harmless are usually the ones that getcha. This little wave popped up on the rocks, knocked me back on my butt, forcing me to choose between the camera and my phone.
The camera won, at least in that split second. Got out of the way of the water, yanked my BlackBerry out of my pocket, pulled the battery and staggered up the beach to safer ground.
Fortunately it looked like the water just got in around the edges of the BlackBerry, so I was optimistic, but also in need of a phone. When your whole life is on your phone you can’t afford the 48 hours to dry it out, especially on a Monday.
I went home, changed clothes, decided which kid’s upgrade I was going to burn this time to replace it, and ran to the AT&T store. After a fair amount of angst about the fact that all my data was on the old phone, so having a new one was about half the joy, but less filling, I realized that I had not backed up the phone data to my PC.
Oh, stupid one. Yes, there was no. backup. 500 contacts in a phone that took a swim in the Pacific Ocean.
After 24 hours of grouchy Twitter grousing, a friend gave me some advice that worked…and so after the phone dried out, I managed to get my contacts transferred from the old phone to the new one.
I also want to kiss every employee of RIM responsible for the durability of their phone, because the old phone, now completely dried out with a new battery installed, works just like nothing happened.
Only problem…I can’t convince the kid whose upgrade I burned to take it. She wants the Tilt. I say, start saving. In the meantime, I’ve got two perfectly good, identical phones and no upgrades for 14 months. Think she’ll change her mind?
