GavinBelfast

Trails and tribulations with my sweet iPhone last week…

Hadn’t had a chance to buy zippo lighter fluid so I’d been using matches to light my crafty smokes.

Monday night, struck a match with the same hand I was holding my iPhone with.

It hit the deck screen down, fuck! I picks it up, all white with some random lines, it be fucked, I’m not happy.

Go into living room to get Donna’s phone so I can ring my own (need my phone for work), hit the lightswitch, pop, all the downstairs electrics go…. Fuck!

Find Donna’s phone in the darkness, use it to shine some light into the fuse box, dropped Donna’s phone into the guts of the fuse box cupboard… Fuck!

Manage to get downstairs electric going apart from the lights, no spare fuses.

Do a bit of investigating online for a solution to the iPhone issue, lookin’ like it’ll cost me £120 and a trip to Ballyclare…. Fuck!

To bed, I’m near numb, I feel empty, a fuckin’ mobile phone has made me feel like this, that thought annoys me even more.

Tuesday! My day off for the week, or not. Had promised work I’d sort something in a nearby shop first thing, no problem, except I reset a server that didn’t need to be reset and the fuckin’ RAM fails… Fuck!

Go to head office for spare RAM boards, takes an hour in the shitty Belfast traffic.

Leave head office with RAM, but without my PC toolkit, which I need to fit the fuckin RAM, don’t realise I forgot tools until I’m in the city centre… Fuck!

To Argos, new toolkit please, sure I’ve money to burn!

To shop, replace RAM, get the fuck out of there. To the AppleStore!

Thought I’d call in, chance my arm. The fella was pretty good, listened, sympathised, advised, £80 for new screen…. Fuck! But better than £120 Fuck!

Ok, I have £85 on me that I really can’t afford to part with, maybe I’m visit the O2 Shop, try for an upgrade.

Sorry, you’ll have to buy out the remaining year that’s on your contract… Fuck! That wee bastard near got punched, legit.

Back to AppleStore, shit needs to be fixed, take my phone, fix it and I will pay… Fuck!

Wait 15 minutes just to speak with the same fella (didn’t want to re-explain it), he takes it away, reappears 3 minutes later, hands me my sweet iPhone, fully functional, and tells me to be on my way (didn’t word it like that, would’ve been sweet though), brand new screen, free of charge, from the fuckin AppleStore of all places… Un-est-Fuck! EVER!