Okay, so maybe the title of this post is a little melodramatic. Especially because it has nothing to do with messy friendships, broken hearts, or serious emotional turmoil. Maybe a little emotional turmoil.
This post is dedicated to the false hope I had while waiting at an AT&T store on September 20th at 5:45 a.m.
I sat on the cool concrete, my back pressed against the wall of the building that held a great treasure captive within its walls. The GOLD iPhone 5s.
I had visited the same store the previous day, speaking with customer service to guarantee that they would be carrying the gold model for the big release the next morning. After putting my fears of not getting the gold to rest, I left the store feeling excited and satisfied.
While waiting in line, chatting with my friend, my ears perked up as a ripple of concern rolled down the line. I heard whispers that the store we were at would only receive black iPhone 5s’, in fact, no stores other than Apple Stores would be receiving the gold iPhone.
Surely not, I thought. I already covered my bases and the employees confirmed I would get a gold iPhone.
However, moments later, an employee slowly shuffled out of the AT&T store, nervously looking down at all of us.
“So sorry guys, but Apple didn’t send us any of the gold or white iPhone 5S’s.”
My jaw dropped. How could they do this to me? I got up early for this. I was angry for the next several hours, until I sat down for a moment and thought about my reaction.
Yes, Apple’s unpreparedness made me lose a lot of trust and respect for them. But, why was I acting like a brat because I had to get the ridiculously expensive and new black iPhone instead of the gold one. It’s a cliché example, but people are actually dying of starvation while I’m throwing a fit about what color of mini, portable, touch-screen, supercomputer I get to carry around. How pathetic.
It’s funny how the most insignificant things like this can give you the most clarity and perspective.
But I’m still not trusting Apple anymore.
Eternally In Progress 