My iPhone road has been rocky to say the least, kind of affirming my belief that all things Apple = satanic, but hey, no device out there is as cool and until such a competitive device exists I will persevere. I am now on my third unit, with my first developing a mysterious and completely unexplainable dead zone in the middle of the screen (read: slight case of dropping down the stairs). Okay, so my first replacement was strictly speaking my own fault! Uhm, okay. Now my second unit suffered from a case of people not being able to call me with it either going straight through to voicemail or saying my number is unobtainable. I’m thinking I must be in an O2 black spot, but colleagues also with iPhones aren’t experiencing this at all.
Sure enough after much entering of random codes at O2’s advice, I resort to plugging my sim into my old Motorola (ahhh, you may be less in function but boy do you just work!). Sure enough, an hour goes by and I’m still able to dial my number with no issue. Swapped back into my iPhone and immediately I am unable to dial my number. Faulty iPhone? Perhaps. Faulty sim? Again, perhaps. I booked an appointment with the Apple centre in Regent Street and after much uhming and utterances of ‘ well I can’t see much wrong with your unit’, the kind gentleman agrees to swap it out.
So far people are able to contact me, but I am not in our head office today, so proof will be tomorrow when I am back in London. However, after a full charge last night, the battery was dead this morning. I am putting this down to being a one-off as I simply can’t bear the thought of another trudge to Regent Street!!! Modern technology eh?
