I know i was an addict, i really did, but it’s worse than i thought. I’ve been relating this story to quite a few people so i thought it best to just do a post on it. I’ve been blackberry less… for 4 days, and I’m dying;slowly but surely, i have withdrawals, loose bowels, pissy mood and just plain indifferent to everything but the loss of my bb ( r.i.p you sexy thing you), my life feels like a mess.So the story:  Late afternoon, decided to charge my “BB” on my mother’s desktop at work because it was running low on juice, ;put it on the desk, it fell, while plugged in, ripped the charger/usb port out.. but just a bit.

That was the least of my worries…Thought the problem was trivial( which it was at the time) so i carried it to a supposed phone repair shop, thinking they had it under control only to have them screw up my damn phone, he turned a small problem into a big one, i swear parts were flying all over the place and all i could hear him mutter was “Mi nuh like work pan blackberries innuh, they are so tender”, i swore i shit my pants, but fortunately i did not. Me being the idiot thought he had it under control only to realize he didn’t, after about an hour or so of “working” on it he handed it back to me telling me it was useless and could not be repaired…i walked out dissapointed , but  determined to make it work again. So i went to a nearby town, to another repair shop hoping i could resolve the problem there, this time this repair man was confident in his ability to fix it and i thought he could too saying he ‘fixed these all the time”, i believed him ( i still do), but what he had to tell me after examining my phone was certainly not good news…the dude who was working on it before him totally screwed the damn thing up.

It was late and he promised he’d look into it for me on Tuesday, today’s Monday, i’ll here what becomes of it tomorrow, i’m crossing my fingers and hoping for the best, being the optimist i’m not used to being *sighs*