I’ve always been at the fore-front…ish for mobile phones. My 1st phone was a Motorola 8900, a sexy flip phone that I could have on vibrate while in lectures at Uni. (I was the first of the students and probably one of the very few of anyone on campus to have mobile phone.) I loved it! Loved the flexibility, not having to share the communal phone, waiting around for hours till everyone else finished talking to their loved one… and, of course, the cool factor it gave me. Its demise came during a sailing competition where we nearly sank our yacht… my phone drowned a certain death with air bubble floating swaying on screen with the motion of the waves.
Skip ahead a couple of years, I was among the trailblazers to own the UK’s first actual smart phone: Orange’s SPV C550, but as an avid fan of Nokia and their Symbian operating system, I kept going back. My favourite phone being the N95. I loved how intuitive this phone was! T-mobile sold me on the MDA Pro, but I returned to my good old N95 after a short affair.
Then, in 2010, my trusty Nokia came to its demise on the building site I was managing. It was a spectacular fall! I need say no more, because it still saddens me. *sob*
In discussions with my mobile provider about upgrade options I tried another Nokia, but then was convinced by the agent to give the HTC Desire a try. I had the choice between several new phones, including the much coveted iPhone. I went with the agent’s recommendation- what can I say, he was a smooth talker, spoke my language…and who could resist a phone named “Desire”. The first day I got it I was furious with the agent and the phone- the battery hadn’t even lasted 8 hours! Then I learnt to manage it and fell utterly in love with it. It has become my trusty companion without which I do not venture anywhere… yeap, I mean anywhere! (I even take it to where the Queen goes on her own -or maybe even she goes with a trusty phone?)
I love it because:
- it has my agenda on the home screen in my face*… “this is what you have on woman, get on with it!” (no excuse of baby brain for forgetting anything)
- it adapts to my needs- when I had the massive renovation project I had different on-screen post-it notes with all the tasks in different colours, I have an app to record all things to do with Littlins’, it saves me from getting lost, there’s even an app to track how much water I’ve drunk or how sleep deprived I am (those on twitter can attest to the later too!)
- it is my on-demand entertainment and my link with the big wide world for news of global, local or friendly matters
- and last, but not the least it is also a fab tool to engage and entertain the children.
So I love it! However temptation has snuck up on me: I have been offered an upgrade. Now I have to choose to stick with the good old love or go for a new shiny toy boy?
I am torn! The HTC is working well, but does need a good refresh, a new battery and a mega sized SD card. That’s time and money. Whereas the new fella is fresh out of the box, no hassles for a year.
Would you desert your trusty old companion for the young fresh hunk?
…come back tomorrow to see who the young hunk to choose from are…
* this function became the deciding factor between the HTC and the iPhone
Thanks to @cafebabe for the inspiration via her to iPad or not to iPad post.