the misguided error on my phone that read "low space. memory full."{even though it's not} is the plague of my existence.
it used to be so harmless. it was just there... and i knew it was wrong. even thought it thought it was right. i let it be.
except, i'm the girl who insists on having a clean phone, free of beeps, flashing lights and so help me, a clean notifcation bar.
so harmless. until today when it started messing with minds of the other innocent apps and notifications, transforming my phone from wonder woman into a useless, good for nothing, fisher-price, jitter-bug of a machine.
when the girl at the verizon store told me she couldn't answer my question because the problem on my phone wasn't real, i told her i was going to go home and pray to clear my mind of the things i wanted to say to her right then.
phone problems are that maddening to me.
when i relented to the master reset, mr. "you've got the android master" on the tech support line, assured me... ASSURED ME my apps would be back and restoring a droid is, like, the easiest phone to restore.
but after i pushed the restore button. and even after the first, and second "are you sure you want to do this" buttons, he told me it works "like 80% of the time"
welcome to 20%, aubry.
my phone is blank.
contacts. yes, even with the help of back up assist.
apps. grocery lists. bank accounts. super secret passwords. incredible future blog posting topics.
this is such a white girl problem i hate my life.
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