Good Bye Silver, Hello Rosie

In less than 24 hours from the time I submitted the order, I got my new iPhone in all her rose gold glory.  I was sure I’d never be able to make the switch and debated working out of the home office to make use of mobility services OR going to an AT&T kiosk.  I received an email with step by step instructions so decided to take the plunge and DIY instead.

Of course I get stuck.  DIY *!(&&(*!(#* But there was a number to call. I tell the rep what I am doing.  She says “sure I can help you” then boom call failed.  I was like what the what, she hung up on me!!! and my new phone isn’t working yet.

I found a land line to use (the horrors I know!) and called AT&T back.  But as I was talking through the prompts to get to a live human being, I noticed that by miracle of miracles the new phone was waking up AND working AND had 4 bars AND everything AND I mean everything came over.  Even the apps.  Thanks to the magic of iCloud back-up.

I spoke to someone else who walked me the rest of the way through transfer.  Only afterwards did I realize the first person did not hang up on me. She pushed her magic button and like that Silver was history.

Rosie is not perfect.  She was made with a defect having no place for my current earbuds.

Actually Apple has special earbuds just for the 7s with a flat connection versus a round one.  But have no fear, they also have this tiny adapter. I can use my old earbuds in a pinch.

Or I can spring for air pods.  Oh who I am kidding?  I’m too cheap for that.  I mean really. When the most I will spring for a new phone is a buck 06, I’m not going for air pods until Apple starts giving them away.

As always, more to come.

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They’re using hand held iPads to take orders and payments at the drive through. But and it’s a big but it’s not faster.

Spoiled rotten. I know I am but what are you? Ha!

Happy 😊 Saturday folks!

#SoCS for 4/21/18 ~ Spoke

Wow! What a banner week with everything happening in and around the Dub Casa.  I sure look forward to chillaxing and celebrating my in-laws 55th wedding anniversary.  Cheers to the Dub seniors!!!  We are going to La Fonda for old times sake.  This restaurant has been around since 1932.  But before we jet, I had to make time for #SoCS.  Here is the prompt from our hostess Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spoke.” Use it somewhere, in some form, in your post. Bonus points if you don’t use it in the first sentence. Enjoy!

Spoke – Captain Obvious says you’ve got this – spoke past tense of speak and you my Jilly are a Chatty Cathy. You blurt, you blabber, you shoot your mouth off. So what are you going to bedazzle us with this time?

Sadly I got nothing, my stream is dammed up. Look here instead and check out the awesomeness that is this blogging community via the  the Rules and Ping Backs

As always, more to come.

S is for Sweatpants ~ April 21, 2018

Am I a rogue dress code rule breaker?  You be the judge.

In a fairly recent former life, I was a manager of people.  I had an employee who would wear sweatpants to work.  Sweatpants are NOT considered business casual.  Therefore, they are not part of the dress code and they are expressly prohibited!!  Shorts are code but sweatpants … nope.  Go figure.

You might have a mental image of workout clothes.  A little worse for the wear maybe.  But these were more track suit pristine.  Nice I tell ya.  My boss used to tell me I needed to have the conversation about dress code with said employee.  I always said I would/I did but in true confessions I never did.  Life’s too short y’all.  And who the hell cared as we were not customer facing AND she was excellent at her job. And my boss was so busy, he’d forget he told me to do something which I blatantly disobeyed.

Fast forward to last week.  I was feeling a little blah as in bloated.  TMI J-Dub.  No one wants to hear this.  Too late now, I am on a roll.  Having eaten one too many rolls of the cinnamon variety.

My clothes are not fitting like they used to.  I know what I need to do but I am not doing it.  I am at a stage of needing to buy the next size up.  Such is life.  This does not upset me.  I simply do not have the time to shop.  Ya know because I have lounging, reading and being a woman of leisure to get on with.  Oh and there is the fact that I HATE to shop.

In a very non J-Dub like move.  I … wore … sweatpants … to … work.  Yes … I … did!  Lol! Sacrebleu!  On a Wednesday too.  I thought I was going to be solo in the office anyways.  I could have worked from home that day y’all but that just makes my mood worse.  I swear I could disappear.  I probably won’t wear my sweatpants to work ever again but if I am honest, I felt fantastic.

In the freedom that comes with loose-fitting clothes, I conquered Mt. Vesuvius.  I used my webcam to call into a meeting that day where the participants could only see me in my company logo polo shirt.  I spoke up as needed; professionally and politely holding my ground.  I surprised myself actually by my firm authoritative stance.  All as my former boss, the one who used to tell me to have the sweatpants dress code talk, sat there grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  I think he thought Jilly did good!  If he only knew what I was wearing.  Ha!

As always, more to come.

This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.

Número Diecinueve.