After having spent a lot of time comparing the offers of the various providers that distribute the iPhone, I finally decided on the one that suited me the most. I came to that decision at 2am on a Sunday evening, and on Monday, I had no time to go. So I had to wait until Tuesday to get it. I can tell you I was all shaky. My own iPhone! I couldn't wait for it. And only 150€ too, and 55€ a month, with a 2 years commitment. The Nokia e70 that I've been using for some time is nice, but just nice. It has no GPS, it is slow and Symbian is just not very user-friendly. It was time for a change.
Believe it or not, I dreamed about my iPhone on Monday night.
I think I really scared the shop clerk when he told me they were sold out. It was already late and I didn't know if I had time to get to the next shop. I was furious! In the end, I left screaming that it was unacceptable from a decent business to be unable to provide paying customers and rushed to the other mall.
Well, guess what, they were sold out too... The guy was bold enough to suggest me to buy one now that I could get two weeks later.
Well, what choice did I have? What if all the shops were sold out? What if all the ones coming two weeks later were only for customers that had a reservation. I agreed and paid in advance.
Oh I wish I could have slept through those two weeks! I wish I could have just gone into stasis, or through a wormhole or something so that I wouldn't have to wake up 14 times without my iPhone. And as the days passed, it became worse. I was spending a lot of time with my friend Marc that has one and understands me. He would let me use it for a while.
On the night before the D day, we went out together and got really drunk. I knew I would have been unable to sleep otherwise. I woke up with a hangover but it didn't matter. On my way to work, I called the shop shaking with anxiety. They told me they had it. I was ecstatic!
I spend an horrible day at work, minutes turning into hours. I just couldn't concentrate on anything. My boss was a bit concerned about my unrest. I told him I was sick and left early.
And yes! Finally I came into the shop. I signed some paperwork and they gave it to me. I was repressing a smile all through the process.
It was a sleek little black box that I dared not to open on the spot. I carried it back home, extremely suspicious of my surrounding in the street and in the metro.
Arrived at home, I cleared my desk of everything that was on it and put the box there. I considered it for a while and went to the fridge and poured myself a cola. Suddenly I had all the time in the world.
I sat down at my desk, put down my glass on the edge of it, took the box in my hand and removed the seal. The box was beautiful, it opened in a snap. I slid the inner tray out slowly. It did not reveal itself yet. There it was, under the user manual. My heart was pumping the bliss through my veins.
And I lifted the manual, not quite looking under yet. I put it down on the side, and arranged it geometrically with the tray of the box. Then I let my eyes make contact with the sublime thing. The pure object of my desire.
And it was beautiful. I contemplated it for a while, and decided that I should read the whole user manual before laying hand on it.
I remember that day as the first day of the rest of my life.
See original: My new iPhone
