Han-Ley has been complaining lately that my mobile seems to ignore his calls for the majority of the time. I have to agree (and would like to clarify that the phone is failing to notice them, not the person on the other end), but hadn't really taken this into account when I headed off to my room to put my boxfuls of various crap away neatly.
Just as I was nearing the end of that lot of boxes, my doorbell rang - I buzzed Han-Ley in only to find out he'd been trying to phone me for about 2 hours by that point...
My conclusion, which has been supported by pretty much any time I check my phone there, is that my room is a black zone for Orange mobile reception. That's... pretty inconvenient, to say the least. I keep my phone on me at all times (usually on silent in lectures) specifically so I can be contacted at any time, and apparently now this means any time apart from when I have free time that I could be spending on the phone organising various things.
The best part was phoning a taxi to transport the last few boxfuls of stuff - Han-Ley dialled the number on his mobile, so I ended up swapping phones with him so that I'd get the last-minute "your taxi's coming get THA FUCK OUTSIDE cuz if I hasta wait I'll put the meter on I swearstaGod" call-back from the company. I left with the promise to call him when we were close to my new room so that he could head over and help me carry in my many boxes.
So, in the taxi, I tried calling my phone from Han-Ley's phone... can you see the flaw here, children?
Yes, my phone ignored the first 3 calls. Thankfully, he got the fourth one (at which point I was about to get out of the taxi) so I didn't have to stand guard over my stuff for too long before he arrived. We moved all the stuff in and shared a bottle of cava to celebrate the new beginning, the lessening of money worries, and especially the new status of never having to worry about that house again.
But seriously - damn. What the hell is wrong with my phone?!
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