Losing a mobile phone (how-to)

    For a short period of time it took me 4 phones. All in different ways, but one thing in common is not a pity for the handset (well, almost :), but a pity for the SIM card, and all that was on the memory card. Without thinking twice before buying a new handset, I decided to put an experiment, and how did we do this without a cell phone in 2000? And he didn’t buy it, for one week, he did without it, and then he bought it all the same. (this later happened due to the fact that the chef promised to buy me a phone to his liking, and his taste is hoo, and subtract the cost from my salary)

    • The first day or, “damn it, here I am Masha, a loss”. Found a loss. I called MTS - asked to block the SIM card and the account details for which I had to go to the office. He told the boss not to look for me on the phone for he sowed. At work, they again scolded for irresponsibility (which everything seems to be, of Soviet hardening, the leaders explain our sins or what they think is :). In the evening, when I got home, I changed the passwords on all the sites I registered on (some of them were recorded in the organizer, which I don’t remember). Password Asi and all email accounts also changed.
    • The second day or "happy hours do not notice." It started with a stupid lateness to work (I had no alarm clock except on the phone). The boss didn’t really swear, but chided that I had not bought the phone yesterday. Before lunch, I missed two meetings with contractors and customers. Got a catch up from the chef. During lunch I ran for an alarm clock (I bought a desktop Japanese Rhythm ). Throughout the day, he involuntarily clutched his belt in the hope of glancing at the time or calling. In the evening I began to think about giving up this disastrous business.
    • Day three or "happiness is over and the alarm clock appeared." The chief’s first morning question was “Bought a phone?!?!?” When he went into his room he looked around and was surprised - wow, I have an official city phone. The joy passed very quickly from the memory that some of the rooms ingloriously rested in some garbage bin with a SIM card, and the rest in the phone’s memory in a pocket of some huckster. With a rattle and squeals, he begged for part of the necessary numbers from the chef. I made a couple of calls from the city (damn it is still inconvenient). At lunch I ran to the stationery for a daily planner. I continue to actively grab the belt. In the evening, an unpleasant surprise awaited me at home in the form of a fury loudly screaming something about how I am a bastard, and why I do not answer calls and messages.
    • The fourth day, or “what, it’s okay, I can when I want to.” The chef is not talking to me. I receive all orders through colleagues. Right in the morning begins to tear the city. For an hour and a half I can’t leave him (even out of need :). Time is only barely approaching dinner, and I am already exhausted to the point of impossibility. I begin to ponder the meaning of the joke about Elusive Joe. A positive shift - hands to the belt do not stretch. After lunch, I began to search for all the phone numbers and transfer them to a diary. In the evening, on the way home, one thought revolves in my head - tomorrow is Friday .
    • The fifth day, or "well, this crazy week has finally ended." Serious conversation with the chef who recommended to me today to buy any mobile phone and restore the previous SIM card number, otherwise he will do it for me and buy one that I’ll be ashamed to get in a decent society, or I will pay for 2 months. Before lunch, without straining, I flipped through telephone prices and read the characteristics of the handsets. I restored the SIM card. Lunch went to town. For two years - probably the first lunch during which no one bothered me. Yes, it was definitely worth it! In the evening, on the way to the house, with great satisfaction I thought that if you wish, you can still stop those horse races that we call life.
    • Day six or "well, that's enough." Saturday. I woke up late. Slowly, I went to Euroset , then to Svyaznoy and stopped at Eldorado . I bought a phone. He came home and, without opening the box, put the phone on the farthest shelf, for there was no figs to spoil his days off.
    • Seventh day, or "reading a bunch of late messages, messages." Slowly drove all the recorded numbers from the diary into the phone's memory. Installed Asya, gmail and google maps.

    From all this, I learned a lesson which, in principle, is not difficult to reach.

    1. Do not write passwords to the phone's memory, although it is very convenient. Passwords must be remembered (difficult, if there are more than 3-5 of them, and even 8-15 digits).
    2. You need to make a backup copy of the phone book or the old-fashioned diary (not forgetting the timely synchronization and updating).
    3. Have a chronometer at home, except for a phone and a PC.
    4. To sometimes feel like a person, you just need to sometimes turn off your cell phone.

    PS It’s difficult all the same without technologies in our time and it’s not entirely clear how we used to do without them, but at the same time we should not forget that these are just things and tools, and you certainly shouldn’t get attached to them anymore than they are worth it.

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