The immobile mobile phone

by Katie on August 2, 2010

That’s what I have right now. It looks like it’s straight from 1990 and has zero battery life. As in, I can send/receive a total of four text messages or talk for all of 27 seconds before it dies. Unless it’s plugged into a charger. Hence, the whole “immobile mobile phone” idea.

Oh, and it causes Brandon to shake his fists in frustration. Daily.

[Aside: It also contributed to my wipe out last week. I was on the phone when that happened with one of my very favorite people, and trying to change some water at the same time. The phone had already died once while I was talking to her and attempted to close two port lids and run back to the truck in time to plug it back in before the battery died. Which failed. So I really didn’t want to lose power on her again. In all my hurrying to make it back to the safety of my charger, I didn’t notice the mud that caused me to crash.]

The reason the lack of mobility I have with my cell phone frustrates Brandon so badly? For $50+, I could become mobile again.

The catch:  in a mere 20 days (which will be a total of about 50 since I lost mobility), I can get a free phone. One that doesn’t cost a dime. So for a couple months of inconvenience, I save us a minimum of $50.

Makes perfect sense to me.

Brandon doesn’t quite agree.

In his world, I should be attached to that phone 24/7, because that’s how he operates. But he operates that way out of necessity for our business. I, on the other hand, could go (and have gone) days without receiving a single phone call, as long as I’m with him. So it’s just not that important to me.

And the only time it’s really an issue is when I have to work on the backhoe (it’s the only piece of equipment without a cigarette plug where I can plug my phone in). Which has happened twice. And believe me, we both remember those two times very well. They were times where Brandon Could. Not. Wait. to tell me something.

And every time I spend $50 on anything, including groceries? I get grilled.

“So, how much was that grocery bill?” he asks.

“$82.”

“Hmmm…that could have bought a cell phone.”

Then we go through the whole process of me trying to explain that it’s not about the spending $50. It’s about the spending $50 when, in a few weeks, I can spend $0. And the fact that I don’t have that option with other things, like providing sustenance for his hungry belly.

So here we are, roughly 30 days later, still having the same conversations as days one, two and three.

But I’m holding strong.

Only 20 to go…

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