Tablet’s Tragic Technology Trauma

Something happened last weekend.  I am a little put out by it.  It is not necessarily a blame issue, I just can’t believe it happened and I only discovered it several days later, when I am not really in a position to do much about it.

It is OK – it is just a thing, a possession, one that I did not pay a penny to acquire, has met a calamitous and tragic ending.  Nevermind!  Life is not about possessions.  I know that.

mini fan

I may have mentioned that I went to visit my lovely Goldfinch.  Well, on the train on the way up to see him there was a young woman sitting opposite me who fell asleep for the entire journey with her feet stretched out into the space where my feet would naturally be.  I had to keep my feet tucked further under my seat (or else I could have woken her up by moving her feet out of the way).  However, she had a little electric fan plugged into her phone which kept her cool throughout the journey.

On my way home I noticed they were selling these little electric fans at the shop within the train station.  I had a look at them.  There was information about the type of devices that they were compatible with.  Well all these letters and numbers mean nothing to me.  So I picked one up and took it to the cashier and showed her my tablet and asked if she thought it would work.

In response, she opened the packaging of the electric fan and pushed the little connector into my tablet.  The blades whizzed around a couple of times and then she pulled it out.  Well, I decided to buy it for the grand sum of £4.99.  I did not use it on the way home because I was sitting under a lovely cool air vent on the train which kept me more than comfortable.


Well, my tablet normally needs charging about once a week.  The last time I charged it was Saturday and on Thursday I noticed it was down to 50%.  As I wanted to use it to take photographs on Friday, I decided to charge it up.  I grabbed my charger and tried to plug it into my tablet.

It would not go in.  I tried again and again.  I looked at the little socket and it did not look right.  I sat there baffled and then it dawned on me.  The little electric fan, the cashier at the railway station shop.  Ugh!  Slowly, the sickening realization that the young woman has basically ruined my tablet.  I turned my tablet off.

There are lots of photos on my tablet of family and friends and Goldfinch that I need to retrieve.  When I have time I will send them to my inbox so I can retrieve them from another device.  But now that I cannot charge my tablet, it is essentially broken.  I have 25% battery life at the moment, so I am just leaving it off and trying to remember if there is anything essential on there that I need to transfer elsewhere.  Please, please correct me if I am wrong (I know next to nothing about technology).

I am not really sure what to do.  I don’t believe it is repairable.  If it is repairable, I bet it will cost me as much as buying a new tablet.  I am disappointed, I am sure you can understand.  However, I don’t deserve to be outraged as I did not pay a penny for the tablet, I won it in a prize drawer I was entered into after completing vocational training courses.  It has been a fairly useful tool to have.  I will probably miss it at first.

Right now though, I am going to remember to file this experience away in my memory box so that if I ever win another tablet, I remember not to let anyone else plug anything into the little socket where my charger goes.  Shame hey!

Nevermind!  (That reminds me….I must tell you the story of Lydia.  Her favourite word is “Nevermind!”)