About this time last week, I was having quite an ever loving fit.
Transitioning from an IPhone 4 to a 5S brought the spectacle of trying to insert a SIM card. That itself took a couple of hours to figure out.
It turns out there’s a micro door on the right side of the phone you can only open with an unraveled paper clip. If any of you have never had a complicated cell phone, I kid you not.
When I open up the door, I don’t see the SIM card, which got me thinking what kind of a cockamamie setup is this? What I didn’t realize is that this microscopic card has to be placed just snugly in its carriage. Luckily, I found it before my cat Harry could eat it off the carpet, where it sat for a few minutes.
Then the phone initially didn’t read the card. CRAP! I did all of that for nothing?!? Then, the display flashed like some psychedelic trip for a brief moment.
It successfully read my card, and was ready to go.
Sometimes you know where you’re going. Sometimes you have no clue how you get there. This was a combination of both.