(We interrupt the CWD recap to bring you yet another moment in Kerri's graceless, awkward life.)
A few months ago, a small crack splintered across the screen of my Motorolla Q. It wasn't too noticable, but I resolved to replace the thing once my contract ran up in August.
Monday morning, as I was talking with my editor-in-chief, the Q slipped out of my hand and smashed against the concrete dLife floors. (I am so clumsy.)
"Oh darn!" I said, substituting "darn" with another, more colorful exclamation. The screen was destroyed. Just running my finger along the surface sent little sprinkles of plastic everywhere.
After consulting with my boss, my co-workers, and the fine minds at Twitter, I was urged to call Verizon and see if they could bump up my renewal date.
"Hi, this is Kerri Morrone." (The post-marriage name change hasn't happened on my bills yet.) "I just accidentally smashed my phone against the floor and now there are pieces of the screen in my ear as I speak with you. Can you help me?"
The customer service guy laughed. "Oh no! We need to fix that!"
"Would it be possible to move my renewal date to today?" I crossed my fingers, bits of screen stuck to my left cheek.
"Ms. Morrone, I'm making that change as we speak."
Twenty minutes later, I was buying my new addiction. This thing:
I am experiencing full-on TechnoJoy. Instead of reading the manual cover to cover, I've instead just started banging away on the buttons and checking out all the new features, making up "how" as I go along. My boss is blue-toothing me ringtones. My brother is hooking me up with tips. And I actually registered at a site called (God help me) Crackberry.com. While I love a well-tended garden, waves crashing against shore, and the overall brilliance of nature, this little techy gadget thing has me completely enthralled.
Chris made fun of me and my new gadget addiction. He called it a KerriBerry.
I agree: A life would be good.
In the meantime, if you have a suggestion for a Blackberry tips site, or a useful forum I should check out for fun bits, please let me know! I'm hopelessly addicted already.