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My iPhone is a brick.
On my way home from work, I decided to swing by the Apple store in SoHo to see how long the line for the iPhone was. When I got there, I walked the length of the line to discover that it was ONLY one avenue block (the length of a medium strip mall, for you suburban people). I stood there watching the line and contemplating whether to get in it or not. Finally I decided to just get in and see how fast it was moving. To my surprise, I was easily halfway through the line 15 minutes later. Then, in another 15 I was walking through the Apple store.
Lines of employees ushered me and my fellow shoppers through the store towards the cashier. They were cheering and clapping obnoxiously the whole time and I was trying to figure out if people actually like that. It seemed like a stupid concept... you knew deep down inside that none of them were really THAT excited about standing around all day and greeting we sheepish consumers. The store was set up to welcome and process people specifically for purchasing an iPhone and it evidently worked real well. I got my phone quickly and left the store to more cheers and applause.
On the way home I was very excited. My wife sat next to me on the train and was excited for me. I pulled it out to impress my fellow subway passengers and turned it on to see if it had battery. The kids went "Wooaaahh" and I heard murmurs of people talking about it down the car. Yeah, that was a $500 "cheap thrill" but it was fun none the less. The phone was functional and fully charged, but only allowed emergency phone calls in its unactivated state. It was neat to play with the key pad anyways.
I was beaming with anticipation as I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I sat down at my computer, installed iTunes (ugh!) and began the activation process. After I had gotten through to the point where I had to wait for my old AT&T account to transfer over, I decided to show my new phone to my roommate. He wasn't impressed, but nothing could really bum me out.
Then, it went blank. I tried turning it back on, but nothing. I tried and tried and tried but it was dead, Jim. My iPhone was a brick.
I've been waiting on the line for tech support for a while now. My wife is actually doing the grunt work for me, listing to the hold music with my old phone next to her ear while she reads her novel. I write this now and try to not be pissed off. What happened? Why? Why me?
I hope everyone else who got their iPhone isn't having this problem. I hope I can fix it. At the very least, I hope there's one left at the store if I have to replace it.
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