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This week thus far
Monday, February 25th, 2013 02:39 pmI really should have known better, shouldn’t I?
On Saturday I noticed that there was a whole load of app updates waiting to be installed on my iPhone. So, being at home and not expecting any calls or other comms that I couldn’t cope with by landline, PC or tablet, I told the iPhone to get on with it.
So far, so good.
Most of the apps downloaded and installed and that, as they say, was that. Three of them didn’t. They just sat there perpetually “installing”. There was no appreciable data flow onto the phone, so I left them. They were like that all day Sunday and still this morning, when I woke up. I switched the phone off and rebooted it. Still they sat like lemons.
That is when I made my unforced error.
I plugged the phone into the computer to install the apps through iTunes. Even then the position would been recoverable, had I just decided to wait until this evening. It’s not as if I was expecting to use any of those three apps, after all.
But no.
First of all, it seems that there is a new version of iTunes to download and install. There is ALWAYS a new version of iTunes to download and install. Presumably this new one (which in my last sensible decision of the morning, I declined to download and install), will remove all the ‘improvements’ from the previous version, which was as counter intuitive a piece of malware as I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. All earlier updates did nothing that was obvious to the layman other than to provide raw material for Eddie Izzard’s comedy routine.
So I eschewed the delights of the iTunes upgrade for a later time and proceeded directly to do things to the phone itself. And that’s where and when I made the fatal error of judgement. There is an update to IOS6 sitting there ready to download. And like a bloody moron, I tell it ‘okay’ when I should have left it until tonight. After all, I have a half hour before I have to leave the house and the download forecasts 14 minutes to download (such is the risible state of our “superfast” broadband at the moment). Fair enough, I think it took about that in the end. But then it has to unpack, then it verifies the download, then it registers it against my account. Then and only then, does it think to do anything to the iPhone itself. The iPhone proceeds to back up (taking a second or two to chide me for daring to use my PC instead of the cloud for storage). Only after the backup does the phone start to update (which, actually, is fair enough). But then that takes about 20 minutes from start to finish. 34-35 minutes is a lot to cram into a half hour and even after hanging around hopefully and sacrificing the walk-time to the station for a bus ride, I still had to leave the damned thing plugged in and plodding along so I could get to work reasonably on time.
Just to add to the overall jollity, the bus then takes an age to arrive – finally coming along in convoy, as is de rigeur when you are in a hurry.
And so to the station, where we pile on what we assume is the scheduled 8:50 since it is now 8:45 and we are way behind time. No, it is in fact the delayed 8:38 and still it does not go out. Eventually we make it to Stratford and charge up to the train on platform 14, which is promptly taken out of service.
It is not yet 9:15am on a Monday morning and the week has displayed its colours.
Had I not played with the iPhone when I did, I should not have got into the office any sooner, but I should have been able to assign blame immediately to the proper location and avoid unnecessary stress in the meantime.
I should have known better.
On Saturday I noticed that there was a whole load of app updates waiting to be installed on my iPhone. So, being at home and not expecting any calls or other comms that I couldn’t cope with by landline, PC or tablet, I told the iPhone to get on with it.
So far, so good.
Most of the apps downloaded and installed and that, as they say, was that. Three of them didn’t. They just sat there perpetually “installing”. There was no appreciable data flow onto the phone, so I left them. They were like that all day Sunday and still this morning, when I woke up. I switched the phone off and rebooted it. Still they sat like lemons.
That is when I made my unforced error.
I plugged the phone into the computer to install the apps through iTunes. Even then the position would been recoverable, had I just decided to wait until this evening. It’s not as if I was expecting to use any of those three apps, after all.
But no.
First of all, it seems that there is a new version of iTunes to download and install. There is ALWAYS a new version of iTunes to download and install. Presumably this new one (which in my last sensible decision of the morning, I declined to download and install), will remove all the ‘improvements’ from the previous version, which was as counter intuitive a piece of malware as I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. All earlier updates did nothing that was obvious to the layman other than to provide raw material for Eddie Izzard’s comedy routine.
So I eschewed the delights of the iTunes upgrade for a later time and proceeded directly to do things to the phone itself. And that’s where and when I made the fatal error of judgement. There is an update to IOS6 sitting there ready to download. And like a bloody moron, I tell it ‘okay’ when I should have left it until tonight. After all, I have a half hour before I have to leave the house and the download forecasts 14 minutes to download (such is the risible state of our “superfast” broadband at the moment). Fair enough, I think it took about that in the end. But then it has to unpack, then it verifies the download, then it registers it against my account. Then and only then, does it think to do anything to the iPhone itself. The iPhone proceeds to back up (taking a second or two to chide me for daring to use my PC instead of the cloud for storage). Only after the backup does the phone start to update (which, actually, is fair enough). But then that takes about 20 minutes from start to finish. 34-35 minutes is a lot to cram into a half hour and even after hanging around hopefully and sacrificing the walk-time to the station for a bus ride, I still had to leave the damned thing plugged in and plodding along so I could get to work reasonably on time.
Just to add to the overall jollity, the bus then takes an age to arrive – finally coming along in convoy, as is de rigeur when you are in a hurry.
And so to the station, where we pile on what we assume is the scheduled 8:50 since it is now 8:45 and we are way behind time. No, it is in fact the delayed 8:38 and still it does not go out. Eventually we make it to Stratford and charge up to the train on platform 14, which is promptly taken out of service.
It is not yet 9:15am on a Monday morning and the week has displayed its colours.
Had I not played with the iPhone when I did, I should not have got into the office any sooner, but I should have been able to assign blame immediately to the proper location and avoid unnecessary stress in the meantime.
I should have known better.