There seems to exist within this world Universal Truths.
Those little things that you know are statistically improbably but happen regardless: a cat landing on its feet, the butter side of bread hitting the floor, all the parking spots being taken up front til you've parked and are walking up then there are three open.
Today I am gonna tell you about a truth that has come to plague our charging society. No, not credit card charging society. I refer to the "battery low" problem.
It seems almost inevitable that when my phone is about ready to die it does not start to beep when I am sitting at work within close reach of it to shut it up, or as I am at home on my computer and can easily plug it in. No, it waits until I am in bed fast asleep to start its little swan song.
What was that?
Maybe I'm just imagining it.
Fuck, it's my phone again.
This is then followed by a series of me fumbling in the dark trying to remember where I put the damn thing and either charging it or throwing it in the microwave to teach it a lesson.
Well last night we had another little battery visitor at 1:30 AM.
Boop. . . . boop.
I woke to find my husband up messing around with the smoke alarms. Turns out the damn things decided that at the same time too fucking late at night they should both refuse to find their batteries.
After digging through our junk drawer we found two new 9 volts (thank God we had them. People make sure you always have some 9 volts on hand just in case), replaced them, and went back to sleep.
Now I just want someone to explain to me why it is that out of the 24 hours in the day we only sleep 7 to 8 but that is the only time electronics choose to announce to the world their little death rattle?