By a dumb phone. By dumb I mean smarter than me but not qualified to be a ‘smart phone’. I had taken a picture of my quilt from the phone when I was at the fabric store picking out my backing material. It was a great shot! I wanted to send it myself so I could save it on my computer. I got so deep into the functions (read:bowels) of the phone that I started to lose reason. When it ask me to set up an emobile account, I said “sure” and kept going. The only email address that it seemed to accept was my work email. Did that stop me? Oh heck no.
I got so lost in the mission I forgot why I did it and moved on taking a new picture with the camera. Lo and behold the phone started behaving like it had the flu, lethargic and demanding that I recharge it daily (I think it was even dehydrated!). In one of my lucid moments I decided to investigate the new icon that appears when I unlock my phone. In the message queue, way down at selection #8 was emobile email messages – 147 of them. What! The senders looked familiar as those who send me emails at work. Sure enough I had all my work email loaded on my phone. Convenient yet very scary and inefficient. I hate to admit how sloppy I am with the delete function in Outlook. It is the modern version of stacks of papers that you might need to look at – someday, therefore cannot be deleted. There it was, my inefficiencies from work stalking me from the bus. Must stop the insanity! I was also spurred on by a Verizon bill that was way out of the range of normal.
A trip to the Verizon store reveal that I had indeed ‘hacked into’ my work email and without a ‘plan’ I was paying by the letter, not $10 per month. “Do you want to sign up for the plan?” she asked. That’s a big NO.
I bought a ‘dumb’ phone for a reason. They are less capable of stalking you.