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azurelunatic) wrote2025-01-07 09:34 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2025-01-07 09:34 pm
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A Pixel 4a Situation
https://support.google.com/pixelphone/answer/15701861
There's a battery management update that's going to get pushed out to the Google Pixel 4a phones; some phones will be fine, but it's going to chew up the batteries of some other phones. I got an email about it, and put in one of my phone's many identifiers to their website.
And then I got told: welp, that's you: would you like $50 straight up, $100 off something in the Google store, or a free battery replacement?
Given that one of my ADHD management tactics is the automatic cloud backup for my photos (and I take quite a few photos), and the 4a is the last phone that has both the headphone jack and the space-saver photos don't count against your storage limit -- I decided in favor of battery replacement.
I got the email yesterday; last night I put in an appointment ticket (choosing battery issues as my reason, and mentioning the email from Google) and popped over there and explained. Where the techs told me that they have 4a batteries in stock. Unfortunately, they didn't have time before closing to take care of my phone. And it was good to know that the reason for the sudden deluge of 4a battery change requests was a proactive email from the Googs. (And I imagine it's only going to get more crowded.)
I allowed as how I was operating on (approximately) Toowoomba, Australia time, and promised that I'd come back the next day. (Today.)
I set my new bed shaker alarm, but of course woke up an hour before it went off. When I arrived there was only one tech there, but he was shortly joined by one of the senior techs from last night (who explained the battery situation) -- they'd had a training on the 4a issue, but it wasn't presented with anything like a) there's an update being pushed to the phone, and b) Googs will be emailing people about it.
As I was attempting to pry the (inferior) case off the thing, and it resisted me, I swore. "Mother of dragons!" This launched a discussion between the two techs and me (the only people in the store) about our favorites, minced oaths in the workplace, and the senior tech's son, who is the main reason that the senior tech used minced oaths at home. "But he says things like 'I'm not going to be a dickhead today'," the proud papa said.
It was going to be anywhere from one to four hours, so I went home. It was done in about an hour, but it took me another hour to get out the door (ADHD in action). After I picked up the phone, I dropped by ---
--- the fabric store. Because one of my Holy Clothing gowns is definitely Holey Clothing at the moment, and it's a three-sided hole (no flap) and is definitely going to need donor fabric to fill it in. I searched for a matching fabric. I didn't quite find any, but visible mending is fun too. So I picked out a sparkly black mesh. ...And a few more things.
I was about at the end of my endurance for standing and walking, so I took one of the "husband seats" near the cutting corner, and took a number. (Much better than forcing a queue.) The person at the cutting desk called for reinforcements. When it was my turn, I stacked the bolts on the counter in order of amount. Half a yard of these. A yard of those. An extravagant two yards of the other, and yes I would be happy to buy the remnant. Four yards of the (cheap) black sparkly mesh.
Meanwhile, the reinforcements had arrived, and the new fabric tech was talking with #27 about netting vs. mesh, and how you could find mesh at the other end of the store. #27 noticed my black sparkly mesh. "Do you mind if I borrow that once you're done with it?" she asked, acquisitively. Of course I agreed.
I'd definitely overtaxed myself, and due to all my layers I was overheating besides. I went to grab the three layered ornaments box, which I have designs on for holding my glass pumpkins. And then it was almost time to pick up Alex for an appointment. I darted in the house to refill my water bottle and grab my outdoor layers (still too hot to put them on) and we zoomed off.
On the way we saw three -- no, four -- no, six -- local police cars.
"Why do they need that many cops?" Alex asked, or words to that effect.
"Because they were outnumbered, by one person?" I speculated. "Or maybe they need a comfort object (another police officer)."
I retracted my snark when police vehicle #7 drove by: a search and rescue pickup.
I attempted to stack the glass pumpkins in the boxes. I did not succeed well. Then I flopped over, took a cyclobenzaprine, and called Nora.
I will probably be useless tomorrow, and my neck is starting to hurt despite the meds. But I did use a chip clip to pin the disco ball fabric in various positions, to simulate what it would be like when sewn. Dang! :D
There's a battery management update that's going to get pushed out to the Google Pixel 4a phones; some phones will be fine, but it's going to chew up the batteries of some other phones. I got an email about it, and put in one of my phone's many identifiers to their website.
And then I got told: welp, that's you: would you like $50 straight up, $100 off something in the Google store, or a free battery replacement?
Given that one of my ADHD management tactics is the automatic cloud backup for my photos (and I take quite a few photos), and the 4a is the last phone that has both the headphone jack and the space-saver photos don't count against your storage limit -- I decided in favor of battery replacement.
I got the email yesterday; last night I put in an appointment ticket (choosing battery issues as my reason, and mentioning the email from Google) and popped over there and explained. Where the techs told me that they have 4a batteries in stock. Unfortunately, they didn't have time before closing to take care of my phone. And it was good to know that the reason for the sudden deluge of 4a battery change requests was a proactive email from the Googs. (And I imagine it's only going to get more crowded.)
I allowed as how I was operating on (approximately) Toowoomba, Australia time, and promised that I'd come back the next day. (Today.)
I set my new bed shaker alarm, but of course woke up an hour before it went off. When I arrived there was only one tech there, but he was shortly joined by one of the senior techs from last night (who explained the battery situation) -- they'd had a training on the 4a issue, but it wasn't presented with anything like a) there's an update being pushed to the phone, and b) Googs will be emailing people about it.
As I was attempting to pry the (inferior) case off the thing, and it resisted me, I swore. "Mother of dragons!" This launched a discussion between the two techs and me (the only people in the store) about our favorites, minced oaths in the workplace, and the senior tech's son, who is the main reason that the senior tech used minced oaths at home. "But he says things like 'I'm not going to be a dickhead today'," the proud papa said.
It was going to be anywhere from one to four hours, so I went home. It was done in about an hour, but it took me another hour to get out the door (ADHD in action). After I picked up the phone, I dropped by ---
--- the fabric store. Because one of my Holy Clothing gowns is definitely Holey Clothing at the moment, and it's a three-sided hole (no flap) and is definitely going to need donor fabric to fill it in. I searched for a matching fabric. I didn't quite find any, but visible mending is fun too. So I picked out a sparkly black mesh. ...And a few more things.
I was about at the end of my endurance for standing and walking, so I took one of the "husband seats" near the cutting corner, and took a number. (Much better than forcing a queue.) The person at the cutting desk called for reinforcements. When it was my turn, I stacked the bolts on the counter in order of amount. Half a yard of these. A yard of those. An extravagant two yards of the other, and yes I would be happy to buy the remnant. Four yards of the (cheap) black sparkly mesh.
Meanwhile, the reinforcements had arrived, and the new fabric tech was talking with #27 about netting vs. mesh, and how you could find mesh at the other end of the store. #27 noticed my black sparkly mesh. "Do you mind if I borrow that once you're done with it?" she asked, acquisitively. Of course I agreed.
I'd definitely overtaxed myself, and due to all my layers I was overheating besides. I went to grab the three layered ornaments box, which I have designs on for holding my glass pumpkins. And then it was almost time to pick up Alex for an appointment. I darted in the house to refill my water bottle and grab my outdoor layers (still too hot to put them on) and we zoomed off.
On the way we saw three -- no, four -- no, six -- local police cars.
"Why do they need that many cops?" Alex asked, or words to that effect.
"Because they were outnumbered, by one person?" I speculated. "Or maybe they need a comfort object (another police officer)."
I retracted my snark when police vehicle #7 drove by: a search and rescue pickup.
I attempted to stack the glass pumpkins in the boxes. I did not succeed well. Then I flopped over, took a cyclobenzaprine, and called Nora.
I will probably be useless tomorrow, and my neck is starting to hurt despite the meds. But I did use a chip clip to pin the disco ball fabric in various positions, to simulate what it would be like when sewn. Dang! :D
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+hugs+
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... I also may have ordered the last 4a Otterbox I could find, since I know that case works in a way that some of the others just don't.
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(and I take quite a few photos)
Is that an ADHD management tactic too? I do a lot of things like "have a whiteboard on the pantry door for making shopping lists, which I take a photo of before leaving for the shops", and "take a photo of the car after parking, to give me a better chance at locating it again."
I'm glad they're still supporting the Pixel 4a to some extent. It'd be sad if it was 4a's Requiem.
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