manufacturers are feeling my wrathe this evening. It has been one of those days and tonight I am a tired junky with a monkey that won't quit until I have had my say.
Why is it that when something is made that actually works, they have to "yank" it as "old and out-dated" only to replace the damn thing with something way inferior. I am not asking so much as observing but just go with it. The same can be said for people, but I can see where they all get off being slackers when the companies responsible for the marketing of new merchandise and product development and research are more concerned about slipping their grubby little sausages into my back pocket (I actually keep my wallet between my breasts but the idea of sausages slipping in and out of my chest was too comical to print! >NOT!<) and remove as much of my hard earned money as they can. Why is it this new shit always breaks the day after the warranty is up. Why is it that if it is something that relies on safety and protocol they have made sure that if it fails you won't be alive to complain or sue. Why is it that no one is standing up and forming a militia...(Oh shit! They did that at Waco and Ruby Ridge-oops, my bad!)...and doing something about this crap?
I have had good luck with taking care of my shit. It is one of the few things the gods of "stuff" have blessed me with. I have had five cars in twenty-two years-yes, that kinda' good! I have had only four cell phones in the last thirteen years. I really DO take care of my shit. I don't necessarily break anything either (you cannot prove it and I was a minor and she asked for it!) so it comes as a shock that I can be a victim of circumstance in most all cases where I have had the misfortune to replace an object. My first car succumbed to the snowy weather up north and the salty conditions of the roads. When we brought it down here all that salt erosion became aggravated in the humid climate and the bottom literally fell out of my '77 Mustang II! My second car was a beater I bought from a buy here/pay here lot for the low low price of $900 t/t/t included. It lasted close to six years despite being close to fifteen years old already. Was my first "automatic" too and I don't mean the tranny as I only drive autos. It was the first automatic windowed car and I never looked back. Pontiac really made a sound solid car back then and I was a Ford woman! When I finally traded that '81 Bonneville in running on four of its six cylinders I was given $4000 in trade towards my new car. My next Ford, a Taurus and she was temperamental and comfy. She was respectable for a new mom and intelligent and screamed safe. It took some dumb ass about thirty seconds of adjusting his nuts or whatever "men" do when they are driving "perfectly" and run up over the ass end of the car in the left turn lane in opposing traffic to careen into you head on and render her disabled for life. And they say women suck! Then there was another Taurus I originally bought as a "parts" car for the Green Goddess as she was getting old and didn't want to look old (lmao); I had to put him, yes it was a boy-Hellboy is what I named him because he was big and red, on the road. He cost me $400 and I had to dump $2000 more to make him asphalt worthy only to have him live up to his name 18mos later and catch fire (inside the cockpit) on the way to work. Never NEVER name a car "Hellboy"...name it "fluffy fuzzy bunny poo" instead! So I came to getting the newest car ever. Most cars were four years or older and this one was barely over a year when I cracked her cherry. Another Taurus, fully loaded including a police package not completely removed before sale (*giggles) which basically means it had the SHO engine without the SHO markings to conceal it as it was an undercover vehicle. (NICE! right?) Where was I? *grunts the grunt of proud car gals everywhere.....
So now Miss mobe had to get a new phone. For the first time she herself had caused the damage to her old phone which she had been through thick and thin with. The rundown: I was frustrated (my feeble attempts to excuse my poor treatment to my precious Blackberry) and had the headset plugged (yes! if they give you free gold-port stereo earphones that work like fucking amazing you use them!) in and the receiver plugged into the car charger and for some stoooooopid reason forgot to unplug. I got out of the vehicle and shut the door, on its (the door's) way to being completely shut I realized my faux pas but it was too late, I had committed to the task and heard the horrible >tunk< as I thought it had cut the line either to the headset or the charger. No biggie, they are replaceable for a minimal fee, but it wasn't to be as I opened the door and my poor, sexy, copper-colored, "living" technological baby dramatically rolled out onto the ground and screamed bloody hell at her momma for being such a brute! I was crushed. She had a busted face but her LED display was intact and she could still work. Two days later she has a new face, the "fixers" busted her LED and tried to blame me like I am dumb AND blind and wouldn't have noticed on one of the 500 or so texts/emails/calls over the course of the last 48hrs. She's in a box. Sleeping until I decide to wake her and let my daughter care for her on her 16th birthday. I bought her cousin. A flip. I was told he was compatible with some of her components like her chargers but was lied to. (what a surprise!)
He is almost as big as her. He didn't come in copper nor did he come with his car charger for free like she did! They don't make silicone sheaths for him to protect him. They don't make Bodyglove Neoprene suits either so he could be stylingly-safe. They don't do much except make me worry if he will last the twelve months I have to wait before getting rid of him. I hate him. I am uncomfortable around him. He stares at me (she never did that-she was happy by herself). He dies quicker (just like a man!) and runs out of juice. I miss my phone....they don't make things as nice or as good as they used to...I hear my grandpa telling me this and myself laughing at the old codger and now, I sit sobbing for letting my anger hurt something I love. ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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