I’ve had an iphone (or iPhone, capital P as their constant self-correcting text/typing/branding tells us) for just over a week and, like most people I mostly love it.
Not much to say on the matter, if you like iPhones you’ll know what’s good about them, if you hate them then you know what you hate (the capital P, perchance?I’ve had a)
After a week or so I can’t help but have a niggling disappointment. Push Mail. I’d wanted this on my old phone for ruddy ages. I spend so much time constantly loading the email, pressing refresh, seeing if there are any (often not). But now I can get it to tell me when there’s email, none of this “can you please check every five or ten minutes?” rubbish, but when one comes in, I get it.
Now I can get on with things
Only it doesn’t work like that, well, it works exactly like that, almost too much like that, but I hadn’t realised what a crutch I was using it for. whenever I was bored (fairly often), in a social situation where an awkward pause was appearing (quite often), to avoid looking like I’m on my own somewhere (all the time), I’d get my phone out and check my email. Yes there’d often be no new ones to check, but the action of getting it out, loading it up, pressing refresh usually bought me enough time to distract myself, think of something to say or wait for the other person.
But now that is an exercise in futility, I know there are no emails because I would have had a little buzz in my pocket if there were (and believe me I’ve checked how quick it comes through – it’s quick, there are dozen emails in my account in the last week with just “test” in the subject line, like some kind of quick draw Western shoot off).
So maybe I’ll turn off push mail.
nah, I just use my new K.I.T.T. app and pretend I’m Michael Knight instead.