Thursday, May 16, 2013

iScream

             Hubby Bill announced he was going to the AT&T store for a phone update and asked if I would like one, too. I tagged along with mixed emotions—excitement and dread. Yes, it would be nice to have more speed and to take sharper pictures. But entertaining no delusions about my computer skills, I also knew I was in for a lot of frustration.
            To preserve her anonymity and to ensure I don’t get sued, I’ll call the AT&T sales rep Holly. Holly was pleasant and, no doubt about it, knew her stuff. After she sold Bill and me two new iPhone 5s, she downloaded our contacts into them. Then she told us the instruction pamphlet in the box contained everything we needed to know. But I had a question:  “Can I transfer all the photos from my old phone onto this one?”
            Any grandparent will understand the importance of this request. For most of my life, I’ve carried no more than two or three pictures in my wallet, but now I need all 491 of my pics and videos with me at ALL times. I never know when someone will ask to see my grandsons blowing out birthday candles. Or sliding down a slide. Or turning over. Or...You get my point.
            Holly said, “Oh, sure. You can do it through iTunes. It’s simple.”
            Her language shocked me. I couldn't believe she used the s-word: simple.
            AT&T might have done an excellent job training Holly to sell and program phones, but they fell short in the customer-relations department. Did the girl even look at me? Were my gray hair and Clarks sandals and the leopard-print case on my old phone not enough to scream, “BABY BOOMER!”? And did she not know that to a Baby Boomer NOTHING associated with technology is ever REMOTELY simple?
             It’s not that Boomers are stupid. It’s just that, unlike her generation, we weren’t trained to use a computer before we were trained to use the potty. And while they might be able to text with their thumbs, I could teach them a thing or two about using the nominative case of pronouns correctly.
            But not wanting to appear stupid, I asked no more questions and took the phone home.  After hours of googling and searching without transferring a single photo, I returned the next day to the store and to Holly. She patiently punched in some numbers on my phone and explained my pics had been stored on my iCloud. All I had to do was download them. Right. 

Thanks, Apple, for shattering my "cloud" fantasy.
            For all my life, a cloud has been a cottony puff of bliss, associated with floating above life’s problems and experiencing euphoria. But Apple has shattered that fantasy. Now, for me, cloud is just another word for stress. My photos were somewhere, floating on my own, personal iCloud. Obvisously they liked it there, because I couldn’t convince them to leave and take up residence in my new phone.  So three days later, not caring if I appeared stupid, I went back to the store and...success! I have no clue what they did and don’t want to find out. All I know is I have my pics on my new phone, and I’m satisfied.
             But if you yourself don’t want to be shocked, don’t mention the iC-word in my presence.

4 comments:

  1. The whole cloud thing mystifies me too Dee Dee. There is nothing peaceful about trying to connect to the @#! thing. Congratulations on your new phone!

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  2. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Dee Dee - I've been there, and it's not pretty. I don't know why I'm saying "been there" - I actually LIVE there!

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  3. I don't know what made me laugh harder--the blog or the photo! The cloud stresses me out, too. Anything that's out there, as in not in my possession, makes me nervous. A friend of mine told me this weekend, she Googled herself and found a bunch of vacation pics from 2009 that had somehow been released from private. It wasn't cloud, but it was something with similar technology.

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    1. Brandi, I'm glad you thought my photo was funny. I didn't know if people would think it was funny or just plain weird! :-)

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