The rice experiment?

IT WORKED.

My old phone is perfect, like it never went all exorcist fax machine on me. So note to self: four days in rice = healthy phone.

How to make a waterlogged cell phone work: take it all apart, and bury it in a bowl of rice for 4 days. Put it all back together and voila! WORKING PHONE. NO SHIT.

In the meantime, I wanted to take back the new phone. Because, HELLO, $72! But, uh … I couldn’t find the receipt. I had all the packaging for the phone. The plastic was even still on the new phone. But no receipt. Did Grayson hide it? Eat it? Did I throw it out, not realizing what it was? WAS MY BAD WEEK TO BE REPEATED?

T.Mobile’s customer service line was very friendly, but ultimately unhelpful with this dilemma. Each store makes their own case-by-case decisions if there is no proof of purchase. But! I did have a 14 day window in which to return the phone if I happened upon the receipt. If not … well, maybe up the creek without a paddle.

I called the store on Saturday morning and spoke with the man who’d helped me earlier in the week. The man who, very helpfully, was also the manager. Yes, he remember me. And … YES, HE WOULD TAKE THE PHONE BACK without a receipt!

I hustled it down there and brought the new phone, in the box. Shiny and very nearly unused. We chatted about why I’d bought the phone in the first place (toddler + water = sad phone) and why I was returning the new one (no rebate + working old phone = MONEY). I was very glad I’d made such a jerk out of myself when I was there to BUY the phone (short, short version: I was convinced I’d saved my phone book to the Sim card; turns out I had not. 45 minutes later: The end) so that I was memorable when I arrived sans receipt. The transaction proceeded smoothly and lo! my money was returned to me. SCORE.

And, as promised, I am pimping out the T.Mobile store on Peachtree-Industrial Blvd. in Norcross. Go there and talk to Mo if you need a phone or cell service. He is AWESOME. I pink puffy heart T.Mobile.

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Meanwhile …

y’all sure had a shitty week! I had a really hard time picking the worst story out there. I mean, how could I choose between Wildreemer’s expense woes, Danielle,  Shania, and allstarme all having sick children (plus more!), Raven having to clean gutters (outside!) in a thunderstorm, Elizabeth stressing about going into labor early, Hyphen Mama, Erin, bon and Meagan (no website, boo!) having in-law woes, banana for dealing with an awful conference, Danielle-lee and Lauren having their OWN illness issues and Candy for thinking she was having a heart attack and then, when she didn’t, her husband ROLLED HIS EYES at her (oh, NO he DIDN’T!). There were others, who wrote about bad weeks on their blogs (I’m looking at YOU, Jenni) but didn’t kvetch again. How was I supposed to say that someone’s week was worse than anyone else’s?

I couldn’t. And since witchypoo gave me this award, but didn’t specify how to pass it on, ALL of you I mentioned above now have THIS:

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to stick in your sidebar … just copy that code above to get it there. If any of you need the .jpg emailed to you, just let me know and I’ll be happy to send it along.

I’m so sorry to all of us who had sucky weeks. Here’s hoping THIS week will be better! (hint: mine already IS!)