Whenever I adopt a new mobile phone there is always a a period of tension between me and my new best buddy. You see, I can’t fully trust the device until it’s built-in alarm has owken me up at least a dozen times. Last week I borrowed my wife’s phone (my old phone) on the Sunday night and set its alarm in addition to my spiffy new one.
Last night I only set the alarm on the smartphone (the new one) and it performed its job admirably. This marks the beginning of a new two way trust relationship where the phone promises to ensure I catch my flight and I promise I will never force it to play a Britney Spears video.