Technology and I have not been getting along lately. (Because of that, I've backed up the paper that I've been working on in a multitude of ways). It all started on Friday, when I glanced over at my cell phone lying on the counter, and realized that it was lit up. When I picked up the phone, it was acting as though the volume key on the side was permanently pressed in, rendering the phone useless. I couldn't operate the phone, and although I could receive calls, there would be a persistent beeping while talking.
Lance played with it in a variety of configurations, but nothing worked. So I was phone-less, which felt weird because I'm used to being able to use a phone whenever I need to (and have access to all of my phone numbers). Luckily, the phone is still under warranty, so my phone company is sending me a new one in the mail.
In the meantime, Lance had an old phone that I could pop my SIM card into. It's really old, but it functions. Or did, until I left it in my gym bag when I went for a run on Saturday. I had also tossed in a bottle of shampoo with the intention of showering after my run. However, the bottle of shampoo opened, and leaked all over my phone, and though I tried to clean it off, the keys got messed up. Useless phone number 2.
There were other small incidents involving my use of computers, my iPod, and other technologies, so I threw my hands up in the air and prayed that I could get my work done, since I seem to be cursed. Technology can be openly hostile at times...