A Hard Cell

Hate when that happens...got me a cell phone.

No, not one I bought; given to me by my employer.

Dagnabbit.

And no, it ain't a fancy schmancy one that can access the 'Net, flush toilets, compute time warps or launch missiles.

It's a pretty simple phone. It can call and be called (except where I live). It can text and be texted. Tho', danged if I know how, with them lil' keys and my big fangers.

Anyway, that's about all it can do.

The problem widdit is...it came with no user's manual. Dang.

But I knowd where I could get one: online. So I went online to get it.

*BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZER*

The user's manual online is in Adobe format. Yes, I have Adobe on my 'puter. But apparently, not an updated-enough version of it. So it bade me to update my Adobe version.

Sh**.

So I went to update my Adobe version. Apparently, I haven't done this in a while. In quite the while. Since my home desk top computer is on dinosaur dial-up, it told me that it could complete a download of all Adobe updates, since the last time I apparently did this, by June 30, 2011.

If I started now.

THEN -- and only THEN -- could I download the user's manual. All 17.75 megs of it.

A dink phone like this needs War & Peace to 'splain how to use it???

To put it in terms that my computer and employer-issued cell phone will understand ... byte me. If I accidentally launch missiles against Iran this weekend while trying to figger out my phone, my bad. Blame Adobe ;-) I know I will...