I Blame Gemini

           I know there are some people who enjoy having one’s Google history transfer to each device that they use. They find it convenient.  I find it annoying.  I don’t want what I search on my computer to be on my phone or vice-versa.  I use my phone to occasionally look up different search options to help me with answers to puzzles.  I don’t need that on my computer.  And I don’t need Gemini to make suggestions based on my history.

          The first time I downloaded it, I didn’t know what I was in for and have tried to ignore every update that is given.  If I don’t choose a time the phone does it for me.  I DIDN’T WANT IT!  Grrrr

          So there was one time it seemed to transfer numbers from previous contact lists I had made.  Okay.  That will save me from having to add them later.  But why the rush?  Why not just give it to me to begin with instead of a year and a half delay?  Then there’s the reminder that I have duplicate phone numbers.  Well, of course I have duplicate phone numbers!  Does the system want me to merge them.  I said yes.  But transfer is not necessarily a smooth one.

          Two weeks ago my sister called.  The ID indicated that it was “probably aunt Shelly” what?  I hadn’t saved her number under a phrased.  Perhaps Jaime had.  I hadn’t thought much about it until there was a group text made to several members of the ward.  It’s contents are Kim, Gary, Father, Ang . . . . Father?  Who’s father?  I looked it up and found Richard’s number attached.  What the heck is going on?

          I started to scroll through my contacts and found all kinds of names that Jaime had made reference to.  How did all her contacts transfer over to my phone?!?!?  I showed her and she said I could delete them.  One at a time?  I have better things to do than go through my contact list or phone messaging or anything just to clean it out.  What?

          I handed Jaime my phone and she had it cleaned out within a few minutes saying she hoped that wouldn’t mess up her own phone.  I think it did.  But not to the same degree.  I told her it was alright if she had deleted everything and I could just start over.  Thus far I have not had to. 

          At least I had actual names and not the nicknames she once used for everybody.  Brother 1, Brother 2, Brother 3, Kidnapper, Coffee Table . . . now I will get occasional reminders – though I hadn’t understood the first one to be related to the invasion phone switch but had received said message shortly after all her phone numbers made their way into my phone.  I don’t even know what event appeared but it was to take place in August.  Oh, thank you for the heads up.

          Today’s pop-up was reminding me of the wedding on October 20.  I will have to ask Jai if she has a wedding scheduled to attend that day.  Not loving the AI!  I need to return to Consumer Cellular.  They never messed with my phone!

Another Text Mishap

 

          This time it was Richard’s phone. 

Richard typed the number into the ward directory – puzzled by the area code we had never seen before.  I didn’t think it was anybody we knew.  Why on earth would anyone in the ward want to use our shovel – unless they lived on our same street.  But then – how would they have gotten our number?

I told Richard that I was certain the message had been sent to the wrong number and told him to inquire the sender

We do know an Emily but she would not ask to borrow our shovel because of the distance between us – nor do we contact each other often enough that she wouldn’t have identified herself to begin with.

Richard did not get another text until about 45 minutes later

 

We did learn that both Cindy and Emily currently reside in California. 

Funny.