I officially hate myself, I have become what I always promised I wouldn’t be.
And I blame “Three”.
Not the number, nor the channel.
But the mobile phone company. They have changed me. I’m not impressed.
Basically, my phone is broken. if you try and call me you won’t be able to hear me, I can hear you, but not you me. Quite simply the phone is fucked.
I know I should blame LG, who manufacture the phone. But they also sponsor the Formula One coverage. So I will keep my gripe with three and their APPALLING customer service.
I am waiting for it to get fixed or replaced or something, and I think this is happening, only I’m not sure because when I ring them they CAN’T FUCKING HEAR ME.
But I have now worked out a way to make the damn thing work. By bypassing the buggered mic in the handset, if I plug in the hands free kit that came with the phone. It works perfectly and now I can hear and be heard crystal clear.
Only thing is that it means I have to use a hands free kits.
People that use hands free kits are one notch below nazis in my opinion.
It’s not even the fact that you look as though your mad that I dislike, I often talk to myself in the street anyway. It’s the hands free posture.
Even me being aware of it doesn’t stop it.
When on a phone I am slouched down with my head trying to meet the phone in my hand in an awkward position.
When speaking to someone I usually encumbered by having to speak to people shorter than me and so I am bent oddly.
But now I have no eye contact to make and no phone to reach, my hands are in my pockets and my head is striaght as I talk to no one.
I am, in short, a wanker.
I hate myself.