I got up extra early today so I could bake potatoes for our potluck at work. I think I baked them a little too hot or too long, but they weren’t bad. Heather’s husband made chili for her to bring, and Jason brought three sleeves of crackers. Dale brought a chopped onion. It was almost as though they were having a contest to see who could get out the cheapest. Gary threatened to bring salt and pepper, but he brought Fritos.
After work, I went home and played a few rounds of PUBG by myself because nobody else was around. When Summer got home, I headed to her place. Then I dropped my phone onto her hardwood floor for the second time, and this time my screen protector didn’t take the hit. I shattered the top right corner of the screen.
Fortunately I took up the insurance, but it’s agonizing all the same. I’ve never broken a phone like this before, plus it’s a hundred bucks I shouldn’t have to spend. Not having specific places to put my phone makes me erratic. I try to leave it in my pocket when I’m there, but then sometimes that’s not practical when I’m laying around. I thought I was being more careful after what happened last time. In fact, I was actually placing it onto the table to try and keep it from falling off the bed when it slid off, which is what was so incredibly frustrating about this.
At least the insurance claim was painless to file. A quick chat with Fi customer service got me an email to agree to terms, then an email with a link to order a new phone. I ordered another pair of screen protectors as well, though I thought I’d try a different brand from the last pair I got. I guess we’ll see how long this lasts. This is, without a doubt, the most fragile phone I’ve ever owned.
Current Mood: Stewing