It all began this morning with my normal routine. I woke up, my Evo sitting happily suckling on the charger getting it's main meal for the day. I think I may have agitated it causing the horror that was to come when I disconnected it, because something just felt.... off. The charging light took longer to turn off than normal... I probably should have heeded this early warning; it was telling me it needed more. I ignored this and continued to toss it onto my bed while I went in to shave, it had been a few days, and I was looking a little scruffy. This was, I fear, probably one of the worst things I could have done at this point. My Evo was already ticked off that it's meal was cut short, only now to be tossed aside like an average accessory on the bed waiting for the heap.
After I finished my shave, I noticed I had a missed call. "Funny, my phone didnt ring..." I though to myself.
I thought nothing of it, and continued on with my getting ready. Had my microwaved pancakes, glass of milk, then I headed back to my room. I sat down to watch some TV before heading out, and decided to see if I had any email that came in the night while I slept.
My first real encounter with the beast.
My phone, to my absolute horror, would not wake. Like it was mocking me...
"What the--" I didn't even have time to complete my own thought. The screen flickered on, off, back on, and off once again.
"Morse code?", I thought to myself. "Maybe my Evo is in dire trouble? What could be wrong?! What is it trying to tell me!"
The screen comes on again, by itself without my command of the power button (I had mashed it many times in frustration), only this time, hope!
The screen stayed lit, revealing to me it's bar to drag down, unlocking the heavens themself, for my use in the palm of my hand, for my own desires. I slowly reached my index finger down, gingerly touching the screen and slide down the eternal bar of the gods.
The bar resisted my touch. As I slid my finger slowly down, a glimmer of hope as I saw it begin to descend, then as my finger progressed downwards, the bar began to move back towards it's initial resting place, far up to the top third of the screen.
"This can't be happening..." I though to myself.
It was happening, and nothing could be done. It had risen back to the top. I couldn't give up now, far too much time and effort had been invested! I went for another try.
Success! I was able to get a firmer grip on the bar with my finger, and bring it down with me.
The second encounter.
My once smoothly flowing nexus wallpaper was now a stone cold brick as I stared at a dead screen. Everything was at a dead drop stand still. Nothing was responding, I could feel the tension now in the room. My Evo, enraged at me for ruining it's sound day, was determined to make my day a fight to the finish.
A glimmer of hope flashed on screen as I saw a few colored bricks go by. The screen was now a blank slate, no widgets. Nothing moving, deathly peaceful. I waited with stale breath and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I saw my widgets begin to appear in their normal places, as if nothing was amiss. How wrong I was, very, very, wrong.
I tap on my phone icon to call in with my boss to see if he needs me in early.
5 seconds go by. My stomach begins to tighten.
10 seconds go by. I'm losing hope, sweating.
15 seconds pass. It open. My relief is only momentary as I begin to type in his number.
8. Nothing happens.
I try 2. Not even a buzz.
My heart stops dead in place. I realize what my Evo wants. How could I be so blind?
With a little smirk on my face, I say, "Fine, grumpy. Here you go." I set my phone to sleep.
The moments are stale, nothing to do in the time between. My Evo, still waking from it's slumber. It'd been over 20 seconds, I was slowly losing my grip over my own sanity. Threads continued unwinding in a knot that was my inner conscious. How much longer would I have to wait? Would I have a missed call, or even worse, an email needing immediate response?!
25 seconds had gone by.
I was almost at he end of my rope, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the desk, chewing on my thumb nail with the other hand. I had to set the new high score on doodlejump before I leave for work!!
40 painful enduring seconds passed by agonizingly slow, but i had made it. I sat staring at the fated bar, barely containing the raw power of the universe, awaiting my finger to unleash it's true power. I touched down, and dragged. A slow, yet steady and confident swipe to the abyss, as I took with me that bar.
My Evo was now fine. I did get to work 3 minutes late, but I set the new high score. L
This was my tale from yesterday, I hope itbwas entertaining, because it's 99% exaggerated and fictional.
