It’s been a really irritating day, in a First-World-Silly-Problem kind of way.
I woke up this morning and started my usual routine. I logged onto my social media, checked the blog and replied to some of my messages before being interrupted with a notification to let me know that there was a new update, iOS 9.3.3 was available. I started the update, and then… nothing. My phone completely died – even the usual reset attempts didn’t have any impact, teasing me with the occasional Apple symbol, quickly followed by another blank screen.
I immediately rang The Bloke – I’ve no idea what he could have done about it at the time as he was at work, but I was starting to get a bit anxious. He sent me a web link to issues with the latest update, which then led to me discovering different ways to restart the phone by using iTunes. I logged onto the home computer, waiting for the necessary things to download. An hour later, the computer monitor went black, but the computer sounded like it was still running, so I left it and went to check on my friend’s bunny, who I am looking after for the week. Two hours later, I got home only to discover that it was still the same. The computer had crashed.
Three hours later, I was almost in tears. I hate the feeling of helplessness that accompanies something that is out of my control. I attempted to use The Bloke’s laptop to do the update (his suggestion as he already has iTunes installed), only to discover he didn’t have enough space, so I then had to download iTunes onto my own laptop and do the update from there.
Six hours and three computers after the initial breakdown, it was still downloading, so I dealt with things the only way I could – I started angry cleaning. Now, cleaning is not my favourite thing to do, but I find it immensely therapeutic when I’m angry, and I tend to work at a much faster rate as a result. The vacuum came out (much to the cats dismay), the clean laundry was put away, the kitchen was mopped…
As I was stomping around and huffing to myself, I felt a little bit silly. It’s only a phone, I kept saying to myself. And yet, I almost felt like a part of me was missing – this one little device contains so much of my administrative life, and I particularly need it for this weekend (more on that in a later post).
Eventually, the download worked (yay!) and I instantly lost the motivation to stop cleaning, but I’d managed to get a decent amount accomplished by that point, so didn’t feel too guilty. My reunion with my homescreen was like the opening scene from The Lion King, with me holding up the phone in the air while the cats looked on from the comfort of the sofa. It was a beautiful moment, and a better end to an almost wasted day.
Thanks Apple… or not.
What about you guys? What makes you irrationally frustrated?