Apple is the devil

It's no secret that I'm not really a fan of my iPhone. It causes me more grief than it does joy, but because I spent so much darn money on it, I can't get rid of it. Yesterday though, it took everything in me not to chuck it out the window of the moving car. Josh and I ran out to run an errand yesterday afternoon. Since I was recovering from being sick, I thought it'd be a good idea to get up and moving a little. It only took an hour for me to start feeling really crappy again.

But that's not the point of this post.

Somewhere along the way, I went to open an app on my phone. It didn't want to open correctly for some reason so I decided maybe I just needed to shut my phone off and start it back up again. I hadn't done so in several weeks and I usually notice that it "behaves" a little better once it's been put in it's place and realizes that I have the power to shut it off at my whim.

Apparently not today.

The stupid thing decided to crash or something on me. I went to start it back up and that smirking little Apple logo popped up. Rather than coming up to my home screen, like a well-behaved little iPhone should do, the darn thing shut back off. This went on for quite some time. Since we were already out, Josh said we should just take it over to the Apple store real fast and see if one of their self proclaimed "geniuses" could fix it.

We head over to University and walk into the Apple store. We meandered around looking for someone we talk to, even if just to figure out where to "sign in". We couldn't even get an employee to make eye contact with us. It's like they saw us coming and ran the other way. One of the other customers finally told us where to sign in to get an appointment. I put in my name and it asks me if I want an appointment on Monday or Tuesday. What the crap? I am NOT waiting until blasted Monday or Tuesday to get my phone looked at! That's ridiculous! We headed towards the door while I commented under my breath about how stupid Apple and their products were. If they were real geniuses, they'd figure out a way to get people in that same day.

Whatever.

Next, we went to the AT&T store, thinking MAYBE they would be able to do something. No dice. The chick there was helpful though because in a matter of 5 seconds told me that I could call 1800-my-iPhone and they would probably be able to help me. Now why the heck can't a "Genius" tell me that information? Or at least put up a sign??

We got home and after I popped an Excedrin (my head was THROBBING and I was in a daze by then) I called the number. He had no idea what my phone was doing, especially since it worked fine earlier that morning. Then he said the words that would inevitably put me in an even worse mood.. "We have to do a factory restore". NOOOOoooooooo!!!!!! I had to wipe my entire phone completely clean. Everything. Gone. Bye. I then pulled a backup off iTunes to restore whatever I could. Sadly, it wasn't much. I managed to get most of the stuff I had on there about 8 month ago. Everything since then? My contacts? My photos? Most importantly, my calendar?? GONE. Ugh. I'm mostly upset about the calendar because even though I hate the iPhone, I rely on it immensely to keep me on schedule.

So anyway, if you have changed your phone number or have given it to me in the last 6-8 months, would you mind sending it to me in an email, FB message, or text or something? (uh, but please tell me WHO you are if you send a text ;) ) Unless you don't want me to have your number... then maybe this is a blessing in disguise?

So that is the story of my Saturday and how my darn iPhone decided to lash out against me. My opinion of Apple continues to just go lower and lower... I should have just stayed in bed!!