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I got a new mobile phone Saturday, an open-box Google Pixel 10 for $400. I never buy the latest model (the 11 is now for sale) as I don't want to pay the premium price. Better to get last year's model, esp if it's a customer return, floor demo model or such to save money.

Migtrating my Google account & data was easy: it just took a half-hour to copy all my accounts, pics, txt messages, and apps. I need to re-login/re-auth on each app though, but the critical ones are completed: Bsky, Uber, Lyft, Chipotle. You know, the ones you need in an emergency.

Just today, I've finished the real headaches: I had to manually redo all Bluetooth pairings, Google Pay configs, work-related MFA apps, etc.. I look forward to retiring so I can ditch Okta, Duo, Slack, Jira, PagerDuty & Outlook entirely.

This stupid fragile electronic device has deeply insinuated itself into my life. You'd think something this important would have grip surfaces, but nope, it's like holding a greasy ferret: one moment of distraction and it's gone. Raw-dogging a mobile phone never ends well.

Fortunately, the new otterbox arrives today. This hell device has been living dangerously since Saturday, and both its nerves & mine are shot from the numerous near-death experiences. Srsly, who decided mobile phones and concrete surfaces could coexist in this timeline?!

So what's he gonna do about it, put you on a PIP? Fire you?

Exactly. He's asked me not to make it quite so obvious, but he understands I'm in retirement countdown mode & wishes we could swap places.