The day: Friday, July 11.
The event: Apple iPhone 3G Launch Day
I joked with my wife the night before that I wanted to get to the AT&T store at 5am. She thought I was serious. I reminded her that we live in a relatively small city. Surely there would not be much of a line.
Our fair city is not quite as small as I thought it was. Or, as one of the AT&T reps told me a few days before, at last year’s iPhone launch, they had many people come up to our city under the same assumption that not many people would be buying one. There was a line then, and there was a line now.
Upon arriving at 7:30am, we were approximately the 51st and 52nd people in line. Three hours and 4 pounds less (it’s Texas, it was hot, and I sweat) later, we finally made it into the air-conditioned coolness of the store, only to be told it’d be a 7-10 day wait for the next shipment. At least we got on the waiting list.
To add minor insult to major sweating, upon reviewing my confirmation email from AT&T regarding my iPhone purchase, I saw that AT&T had ordered a white iPhone for me instead of the black one I’d requested. I guess I’m not cool enough for a black one. However, it was just yesterday (Tuesday), that the next stock of new iPhones came in. I decided to cave on the color point, deciding I’d rather have the phone now than white for a swap, an exchange, or the next shipment. After all, I’ll be getting a case soon. Or I’ll just spray paint it.
Upon getting the new phone, my old iPhone went to my wife. She was terribly excited to receive it, until this morning, when we couldn’t get her voicemail set up. After more than a few hours of angst and calls back and forth with “try this” or “try this” to no avail, we finally got the situation solved by setting up the voicemail via an “old-school” way – calling her number and pressing * to access her voicemail. Situation solved; she can now actually receive important calls at her work.
To make matters worse as I was trying to help my wife with her voicemail problem, my new iPhone began acting up. The proximity sensor (the thing that turns the screen off when it’s by your ear and turns the screen back on when you take it away from your ear) began acting in reverse! Do you know how difficult it is to use a touchscreen when it’s turned off? Eventually, I figured out that my old iPhone silicon case, which now housed my new iPhone, was somehow causing the problem. Removing the case removed the problem. But doesn’t that seem like a strange problem?
It’s been a technological roller-coaster ride these last few days and makes me wonder why I sometimes have to be an early-adopter. The headaches sometimes don’t seem worth it, especially when I assume certain companies (ahem, Apple) are impervious to screw-ups. As evidenced by the long lines and backed up iTunes servers on Friday, their vaulted status, in my estimation, has been taken down a notch.
I blame my genetics for the urge for tech. My grandfather bought expensive calculators and, when they were new to just about everyone, computers. As he passed away before the advent of the Internet, I have to wonder what he would even think about an iPhone.
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