R's new phone arrived Tuesday. I wasn't showered or dressed so he went downstairs to collect it from the courier. It takes a different SIM card to his old one, so there was no point in doing much with it until that issue was dealt with. I just put it on to charge.
So what is this package, R asked. Your birthday present, I replied. Open it and see what it is. He was quite overwhelmed. You should not have spent so much money on me, he exclaimed. Quite true, I replied, but I did and if it eases your conscience you can give me a couple of hundred dollars towards it, which he did.
We went to the big telephone shop in town at the corner of Bourke and Swanston Streets Wednesday. One rather cute young blond man began to help us, but when we told him that as well wanting a new SIM card, we wanted phone numbers transferred, he radioed upstairs. Go up, he said, someone will attend to you straight away. A handsome dark haired man with a perfectly groomed three day beard growth greeted us, showed us to a seat at a table and told us Deon would be with us directly and Deon soon was. He was a smart and knowledgeable young man and very friendly. When I bought my Samsung 6, it seemed such a complicated process to transfer my contact list. Just months later, the phone came with a connecting cable and plug and Deon connected R's old phone to his new phone and quickly transferred his contact list. Deon told us it may take 24 hours for the phone to switch from the old SIM to the new one, but lo and behold, it switched in a couple of minutes.
I bought the phone from Kogan online, who has taken over the Dick Smith email list, and it all went very smoothly. However, once I paid for the phone, I was given delivery tracking details and the phone began its journey from a Hong Kong warehouse. It came with an English/Hong Kong power plug adapter.
Deon queried us about bands? I dunno, we bought it from an Australian company and he asked which one, and he said it would be fine then. It wasn't. Everything was in Kanji, that is kind of Chinese/Japanese, I think. He corrected that but later R went to reply to a test text I had sent him and the keyboard was Chinese. I fixed that, but there are still traces of the Kanji on the phone. No matter. Deon has three phones and manages to deal with them all. I outright asked him if he is a drug dealer. R's phone has facility for two SIM cards, the second here in Australia being commonly used for cheap overseas calls but you could use the slot for a SIM with a list of customers who you sell drugs too, or just to store photos.
We left Deon and promised to give him a 10/10 score if we received an email that asked about our big telco experience. At QV shopping centre, R bought a lightweight protective case for the phone while I bought a couple of things for boiled fruit cake. The 1950s recipe said 5 ounces of butter. I didn't have a clue until I checked with google, 150 grams. I am so metricated. I dissuaded R from spending even more for a screen protector. I have damaged my phone, but not the tough Gorilla Glass screen.
Once home R played with the phone for a couple of hours and adjusted settings and the appearance. This was not helped by our home internet going down twice today for an hour or so, not allowing him to use wi-fi. He was doing well until I told him he needed to set up a SIM card lock. I think he had already played with it, so when it came to doing it, his four digit number would not work. I knew it would happen, and sure enough, three attempts and he was locked out. He called the telephone company for his PUK and because he was a bit slow giving the account number, the automated system hung up on him. But he had gleaned enough information to know that he can see his PUK online to unlock his phone. I found it and it worked.
He was absent for twenty minutes down at the car trying connect his bluetooth to the car and failed. I don't like to brag, but I went down and sorted it in a minute. He missed step 1, turn on bluetooth in the car.
I updated his built in apps, Gmail and Facebook being the only ones he regularly uses. What is Instagram, he asked me. He does at times use Tram Hunter and Footy Now. I told him he could do a screen capture with a swipe of his hand across the screen. He replied, why would I want to do that? Such niaevty is so charming. Umm, have you heard of Snapchat and what young people do with that? He had heard of it but did not know what it was about and I have never used Snapchat either. I have my own stalking methods of saving photos.
In conclusion, R loves his new phone and I reckon I have got three weeks of cred before he starts to yell at me.