First World Fucking Problems

 

I am so fucking frustrated and disappointed right now. I am feeling the angry, inadequate way that only technology issues can make me feel. And then I feel stupid guilty because these things are simply the most stereotypical of stereotypical First World Problems. 
Ooh, Ms Moon. You're telling us that the brand new iPhone Air does not have a macro function and that is a deal breaker?
You're fucking right. 
Also, to add to my ridiculous complaints, changing over to these phones was a process that took almost all day if you include the hour or so required for Mr. Moon and I to attempt to do that on our own AND find cords that can be used to charge these phones because of course, every fucking device has different charging equipment. And then we went to Costco where a dude who was probably the fastest and most talented person in the world when it came to multi-tasking helped us transfer the contents of our old phones onto the new ones. 
This took quite awhile because of course we had to get all the updates on the old phones before they'd tell the new phones they could start sucking all the data from their guts. 
Fine. This was Fucking Fine. We left Costco and went to lunch and somehow managed to make it through that without our phones although I reached for mine several times to look things up. And then we went to Walmart which is in the same general shopping area as the Costco where we got cases for the new phones as well as screen protectors. These new phones are far thinner and lighter than any that have come before them and I can imagine them flying out of our grasp at least ten times a day. 
So we did that too and you KNOW how much I fucking love Walmart. 

Back to Costco where transfers were complete, la-la-la! Happy Days are here again! We'd taken two cars because Mr. Moon had other errands to run and I wanted to just come home. For some reason, I was able to access the new phone, or at least enough to listen to my audio book on the way home but once I got here, the fucking thing demanded my passcode to open the fucking phone and my passcode would not work. It would fucking not work. 
I figured that somehow (I know how but I'm not here to blame anyone) my phone now wanted Mr. Moon's passcode and I finally located that and Viola! I was in. 

Now. This is where I go into my fury and frustration. Should I say "fucking fury and frustration?" Why not? 
This phone's camera does not have a macro function and as we all know, my blog posts cannot be my blog posts without that. It does have what they claim is a superior telephoto function and okay, cool. But I love my macro function. I am no photographer but as a person who adores the tiny, the miniature within the larger overall, I have to have it.
And so after about ten minutes, I was ready to pitch the fucking thing into the fucking trash and go back to my old iPhone. 
But. 
SCREECH! 
I just went outside to turn off the sprinklers decided to give it another chance. 
And this happened.

Late spirea blooms. 

And then this.

One of the garden roses.

And next this.

Tiny Thai basil sprouts.

And...

Sweet little arugula sprouts. 

I am thinking that if I just fucking apply myself to learning how this camera works, it might be okay. 

If it's not, if I can't, I'll return the new one and go back to my old one. We got these new ones as part of the package deal with our change of carrier and internet which will cost less than than the one we had. Already I do believe that the cell reception in our house is better than what we had before. We haven't yet hooked up the new modem. Or is it a router?
What the fuck ever. 

I have calmed down although I still feel as I'm not going to get a fucking thing done around here this week. Yesterday was lunch in town and shopping day, today was new phone day, tomorrow is pottery day, and Thursday is go see Melissa and get my hair cut day. Somehow, a forty-five minute appointment will take up my entire day. You just watch.
Sigh. 

Oh well. I have calmed down. The new phone seems to work fine in all other regards. I think I'm going to have some situations with passwords and so forth but that's the way it is. These, too, will make me feel like a fucking techwad. 
I just made that word up. 

I am looking forward to working on my hibiscus tomorrow. I wonder if my newest fish spoon rest is out of the kiln. I hope so. 

Meanwhile.

Again. Not THAT fucking bad.

Love...Ms. Moon