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I got my first cell phone in 1995, not long after I got sober, because I needed a way to call other sober people when I was losing my mind. I often could be found on my work breaks in my car in the parking lot of the book store where I worked, sobbing on the phone about my challenges of getting through the day sober.
In 2008, my life was quite different. Sobriety wasn’t hard for me anymore, I was working for myself, and I had a major crush on the shiniest bit of new technology – the iPhone.
I got my mitts on one after saving up for a long time. I got the 3 moments before the 3S came out, so it was much cheaper than usual, and I was in LOVE. Now I could catch up on email while at the playground with my daughter or at a work event. Soon, all the social media sites had apps out that made it possible for me to do about two thirds of my work while I was out and about. I was no longer tethered to my laptop.
Eventually I got the 4 after my 3 started to slow down to the point of not being functional and not holding a charge. I had that four for over two years, and it’s still a damn good phone. But this winter, my Christmas present was upgrading to the iPhone 5 with it’s beautiful camera and faster speeds and Siri and… everything.
I’m not ashamed to admit it: I love that phone.
Two weeks after I got it, Tori dropped it and the screen shattered. Poor girl; she was so afraid I’d be mad at her. Of course it wasn’t her fault; I gave her the phone because we were unexpectedly at a memorial for a friend of ours and she was bored, so I gave her the phone with headphones to play games and entertain herself. She sobbed and sobbed as I assured her that it was fine, I still loved her, it wasn’t her fault. Poor thing.
Not only was it my fault for giving her a phone where there were concrete floors, but… I’m embarrassed to admit this one: it didn’t have a protective case. I have no good excuse for that, except that I love the sleek lines of the phone by itself, and it fits perfectly in my bra without a cover on it.
I know. I’m an idiot. You don’t have to remind me.
When I replaced the phone, I knew I needed to get a good cover. After much research and, frankly, a bit of resignation, I realized that those cute little phone covers I see just aren’t enough protection. I needed more
So I got this, the Otterbox Commuter Series case in black.
I’m not going to lie; it’s bulky compared to other cases, but thanks to it’s funky combination of rigid protection with rubber, it really works. It also has that critical raised lip so the glass of the phone doesn’t hit the ground when it falls face down.
The phone is just as pretty, too – but it is a bit more obvious that I have a phone in my bra now, alas. I guess I should go back to carrying a purse. Heh.
I was compensated for this post and given both an additional Otterbox phone cover and an iPad cover, even though I don’t yet have an iPad but a girl can dream.