Wake up....100 % battery. WOOT. Going strong. I am surfing the net while doing my hair, post stuff for the store. Send some text. We are doing good.
Go to work, surf during breaks, text the husband...tweet some bloggers. Life is good but that battery is draining some. I am not worried..I have my charger.
After lunch, I go to grab my charger. Psh... Apple doesn't know who it is messing with. But what is that? There is no charger to be found in my bag of work junk I lug with me every day. At that moment my world ended.
I then check my phone, it is less than 20%.
And then...the end happens because like a moron I am unable to stop checking things. A smart person would have not checked things, left stuff be, not tweeted. Nope, not me. I am not a smart person. I had to send things out. Tweet about how I did not have my charger and how my battery was dying. Smooth, real smooth.
And then...it happened. The phone died. My precious connection to the entire outside world was gone.During those precious 10-20 minutes while I stalked someone down to get a charger, my life was destroyed. At least I thought it was. I am pretty sure I looked like a deranged psychopath.
What this made me realize is we need to put the damn phones down, seriously. I got way too upset over a damn phone.