1. I have a first world problem. I got the new iPhone 6 a couple of weeks ago (not because I’m so ~with it~ when it comes to technology, but because I was due for an upgrade. Hooray convenient timing!), and finally activated my phone last week. It was a traumatic occasion, as I was 100% sure I was going to ruin everything and my iPhone would explode or something equally disastrous, but after much tension and no actual problems, I got everything all set up.
Quick backstory: I’m weird and particular about certain things, and one of those things is iMessage. For no real reason other than not wanting to use data when we had unlimited texting, I always had iMessage turned off on my iPhone 5 (prior to my iPhone 5, I had a Tracfone, so obviously iMessaging was not a part of my life 😛 ). My family HATED that I refused to turn on iMessage, especially my mom, who would use iMessage via her iPad to communicate with everyone except me, because I was stubborn and weird (at the time, she didn’t have an iPhone and therefore could not be included on family group texts). Because iOS 8 comes with the ability to get out of group texts, however, and because I think (though maybe I’m wrong…please, someone inform me if I’m wrong) the opt-out only works when using iMessage, I begrudgingly turned iMessage on after setting up my iPhone 6.
NOTHING. BUT. PROBLEMS.
To announce my entrance into the iMessage world, I jumped onto my family’s group text to send them a snarky, “I hope you’re happy now.” My brother soon responded, saying, “Yay Bethany! But why are you sending it using your email address instead of your phone number?”
I had no CLUE I was sending iMessages using my email, and I had no clue how to stop it. Much drama ensued.
My brother eventually called to talk me off the ledge, and I thought I had solved all my iMessaging problems. Lately, however, I’ve found myself with a more troubling problem: my phone doesn’t tell me when I have text messages. Instead of popping up on the lock screen like they, you know, have been told to do, my phone usually just decides to not inform me that I’ve gotten a new message unless I actually unlock my phone and see, oh, whoops — totally missed that entire conversation. MY B.
Of course, there’s no rhyme or reason to when my phone decides to tell me that I’ve received text messages. Sometimes it does right away, sometimes it does 15-45 minutes after the fact, sometimes it just doesn’t tell me at all. I updated my software on Tuesday, assuming this would solve the problem, but nope: still not getting text notifications, at least not all the time.
Obviously I realize in the grand scheme of things that this is a pretty insignificant problem, but it’s really obnoxious, and I don’t know how to fix it 😦
2. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anything to note about my office’s bathroom, but this appeared on one of the stall doors earlier this week:
Lulz. I ❤ passive aggression. What I ❤ even more is that the unflushed toilet that prompted this note has long since been flushed, and likely has been cleaned more than once since the note was posted, and yet the note still stays on the stall door. People are weird.
3. Last Thursday, I went to a pre-wedding party with a friend. I had been invited to said party three weeks or so before the occasion and had duly rescheduled the post-marathon massage I had originally scheduled for that same day and time to last Friday instead. Before the party, I was hanging out with my friend and asked about the wedding. I had assumed my friend was going to the pre-wedding party in lieu of the event itself, but as it turned out he did plan to go to the wedding, but had opted to not invite me since the wedding was at 3:30 that Friday, and I had work. That was all fine by me, since I had only met the bride (one of my friend’s supervisors) once or twice before, so it’s not like I was exactly on invite-to-the-wedding status with her.
We went to the pre-wedding party (I don’t know if that was actually the shindig’s official title, but I don’t know what else to call it, so we’re going with pre-wedding party) and took full advantage of the dessert table and limited advantage of the open bar (see: I had work the next day). This pre-wedding party, for those of you engaged, on your way to being engaged, or who hope to someday be engaged, was a genius idea, in my humble opinion. The couple rented out event space in the wedding’s ~official~ hotel and had an open house style event where people could come and go and mingle as they pleased, without all the OMGWEDDINGDAY madness that, in my experience, tends to accompany wedding ceremonies and receptions. When my friend and I were ready to leave, we went to say goodbye to the bride, who then asked if we were both coming tomorrow. I somehow eloquently managed to say, “Well, I would have if I had been invited, but I wasn’t, so I’m not,” in a much less blunt, much more polite, much more accurate-to-my-nonexistent-level-of-bitterness way, to which the bride was like, “Come anyway!” I protested that I hadn’t RSVPed, I didn’t want to mess up table arrangements, etc. etc., and the bride was like, “Don’t worry about it! Just show up.”
And that, friends, is how I found myself invited to a wedding 17.5 hours before the ceremony began.
Obviously, this presented a few logistical challenges, including, but not limited to, the fact that I hadn’t taken Friday off of work, and the fact that I had a pre-paid massage booked for 5:30 on Friday afternoon, and my 24-hour window for cancellation had long since passed (which, to my understanding, would not only have meant I had lost the money I used to pre-pay for said massage, but also would’ve been slammed with a 50% cancellation fee on top of that, putting me somewhere in the neighborhood of paying over $100 for a massage I didn’t get). The work situation wasn’t too difficult to maneuver, since the office tends to be pretty chill on Fridays, so I was able to take the afternoon off without trouble. To remedy the massage situation, I figured I’d just go to the 3:30 ceremony and skip the reception, thus avoiding any last-minute table seating chart issues. No harm, no foul.
I ended up attending the wedding ceremony and then successfully navigated my way from Bridgeport (where I have never been before) to Lakeview using only the CTA, a fact of which I (and my wallet) are most proud and made it to my massage…almost on time. I was five minutes late. But they let me have my massage anyway 🙂
Then on Tuesday when I saw my friend and asked about the reception, he told me that they had actually moved him to a different table because they planned on me being there. Oops. We’ve agreed that next time one of his supervisors gets married, he’ll invite me two days beforehand, rather than the night before 😛
Funny wedding situations?