I have been an iPhone user for probably close to ten years. I was content with them through 7. The 8 series started to be annoying. I’ve kind of hated the X. Consequently, after the last upgrade, I decided that on my next upgrade, I would get something other than an iPhone.
So, that’s what I did when I had to replace the roadkill iPhone. You can read about that here. I decided to go with the Google 3a XL. So far, I’m very happy with it. What I’m not happy about is that Apple has it’s paddy little paws insinuated into everything…specifically the text messaging from friends with iPhones who had previously contacted me.
There are three main people I was concerned about: the ex, my Employment Specialist, and one other person who I’m in regular contact with. The latter two are almost exclusively text contacts. I was very stressed out about not being able to connect with them. I have left a voicemail for both of them.
Anyway, I called the Sprint store where I’d done the switch the night my iPhone was run over. I explained the situation and they said to try a service update for my new phone. The code they gave me didn’t work. So, I did it manually. No joy. I called them back. They said to go through Apple customer service. Which I did.
I had to access it online, of course. I had to scroll through FAQs to determine that my issues wasn’t already addressed. It was addressed. It had a link to an online form. Which I filled out. Then I waited for them to call me back.
The guy who called me back was aghast at my explanation of what had happened to the phone. He asked me how I had felt watching the cars run over my phone. I told him that I was upset about it, but I was mostly mad at myself because I know what I should have done differently and knew I should have done it differently before I chose the path that led to this event.
He said he wouldn’t have been able to stay calm and would have been very angry about it. At which point, I thought, but didn’t say, “The DBT/REST classes are working. Side note: after all the things that have happened over the last week, I was really looking forward to seeing my therapist yesterday afternoon. However, at almost the last minute, I was told she had to cancel because she was out of the office. I almost cried.
He went ahead and explained what I needed to do to deregister my phone number and I got a “Successful” message.
Contacted the ex via FB Messenger and had him try to text me. Nope. So, when he brought her home to me last night, I thought that I could make some changes to my contact information, to see if that could help, since his Apple ID is being used on her iPad. Nope.
Well, I got the info changed, but, I couldn’t get her iPad to even send me a text. So, I turned off iMessaging, thinking that was the problem. I had no idea it was going to sign her out of his profile. I had to contact him to get the password.
Of course the password didn’t work. So, I tried everything I could to reset it. Nope. Now, an account reset is needed. Apple, why you gotta make everything so hard?!?!
Good news! Apparently it just needed some time for the deregistration to take effect. I just got texts from two out of three people I was concerned about.
Next issue, find a way to get my data transferred from the iPhone and iCloud to my new phone.
In other news, I’m attending a 50+ Job Fair on the 7th. I need interview clothes. Fortunately, my Worksource Employment Specialist was able to refer me to Dress for Success. That happened on Monday, shortly before the phone fiasco.
I was concerned that they may have tried to call me while I was out of contact with the world. So, I called them yesterday and set up an appointment for later this morning.
I also have my NAMI volunteer training and my diabetes group this afternoon. Doing it all by public transit would be cutting it all pretty tight.
Therefore, I swallowed my pride and am using the ex’s car. The cost? Run his errands: groceries & gas while he sleeps before tonight’s work shift.
I’ve been awake since 2 something this morning and am praying that I get through it all intact.
Wish me luck