Damn you, technology, for getting me so completely dependent on you and failing me for no apparent reason. Admittedly, I'm a little clumsy, and I drop my Blackberry (which is also my phone), well, kind of a lot. When it subsequently refuses to cooperate, I feel there is some justice in this and don't get too bent out of shape.
But lately, the thing's been conking out on me all of a sudden without warning and certainly without being dropped -- sometimes while I am actually on the phone. And this is not a service issue where anyone's call might cut out. No, I am in a special league: the "sim card error." I have no idea what this means. I find myself removing and replacing the sim card multiple times a day, gritting my teeth against the interminable reboot time. I blow on the sim card to free it of any dust particles which may be causing the error, although much like my dvd's on which I've been using this technique for years, I have no idea whatsoever whether it is sensible or even effective. I feel oddly cut off from humanity when the device doesn't work, yet it seems to function correctly entirely according to whim. Then when it doesn't work, I am both angry at the mechanical failure and angry at myself for being so dependent! Double the good times. I mean, I didn't even have a cell phone at all until sometime in college, and that was for emergencies!
Sim card, I love you and hate you, dude. Please work for me from now on.
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