Smartphone, not-so-smart user...
Jan. 13th, 2015 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daibhidcSo last December I had my usual Christmas job with the Royal Mail. Well, not quite my usual job. I was on the bay loading and unloading vans instead of inside sorting letters. Except I couldn't do that without boots, so while they tried to get me some I was assigned to sorting packages in the other sorting office. Except the hours that I was working there were different.
This is the point where I usually get confused and start turning up to the wrong place at the wrong time, unless I remember to put everything in my electronic organiser. Luckily, I now have a smartphone with a calendar function instead of my organiser, which was not only easier to use and showed me exactly what I was doing over the course of a week, it even gave me a map to other sorting office. (Which didn't stop me being lost, because the industrial area of Inverness is a maze of twisty little streets, all alike, but it certainly helped.)
The only downside to the smartphone, in fact, was using it as a phone. On several occasions I had to contact Mum (aka "my lift") when plans changed, and found that if I sent her a text and got a reply, the phone wouldn't make the alert sound. Or she'd tell me she tried to phone me, but it went straight to voicemail. And, I mean, my phone plays the McCoy theme as a ringtone, and TARDIS noises as a text alert. It's hard to miss.
So today, I was just entering my next Jobcentre appointment in the calendar, when I suddenly thought "What does 'Show me as busy during this event' actually mean?"
Oops...
This is the point where I usually get confused and start turning up to the wrong place at the wrong time, unless I remember to put everything in my electronic organiser. Luckily, I now have a smartphone with a calendar function instead of my organiser, which was not only easier to use and showed me exactly what I was doing over the course of a week, it even gave me a map to other sorting office. (Which didn't stop me being lost, because the industrial area of Inverness is a maze of twisty little streets, all alike, but it certainly helped.)
The only downside to the smartphone, in fact, was using it as a phone. On several occasions I had to contact Mum (aka "my lift") when plans changed, and found that if I sent her a text and got a reply, the phone wouldn't make the alert sound. Or she'd tell me she tried to phone me, but it went straight to voicemail. And, I mean, my phone plays the McCoy theme as a ringtone, and TARDIS noises as a text alert. It's hard to miss.
So today, I was just entering my next Jobcentre appointment in the calendar, when I suddenly thought "What does 'Show me as busy during this event' actually mean?"
Oops...
