I am sad to report that my pretty phone has robbed, yes a burglar broke in and touched her private parts and stole things important to her, things that she would never share with anyone.
You ask...."Who could do such a thing to a sweet girl like this?".
No other than our dear friend and slave owner.....GOOGLE!
Let me explain and bear with me as my fingers are flying in anger.
This morning, I needed to look at my Gmail contacts, something I have never really done before as I just usually do a 'Reply' or if I am composing a new email then I just start typing the name and it comes up...you know the routine.
Anyway, I went to the Gmail with the little arrow that you see above and clicked on it.
And then, silly me, I went right to the contacts (above) ...since that what I was looking for.
What should come up but..............
ALL OF MY PHONE CONTACTS IN 'MY' CELL PHONE ! ! !
Never, Never, Never would I share these with Google or anyone else. Especially Google who, if you don't know, READS our email....nice huh?!
I do 'not' sign up for all sorts of things that Google wants me to sign on to. It is like pulling teeth to get this kind of info from me.
"How could this have happened?" I hear you cry.
Well now, let me tell you the workings of our Slave Owner....Master Google.
Several months ago, I can't actually remember when it started, Google started giving me 'pop ups' saying they needed my cell number.....For my own good you see, just in case something 'happened' to my blog, they would need to be able to contact me...they would go on to say, "you wouldn't want to lose everything, now would you?" And being the misbehaving slave that I am...well, I just ignored it....Master Google didn't like that, especially when I kept ignoring my Master who knows what best for me.
So, one day when I went to my blog, you know, that place that is our own special place that belongs to us...well, Master Google ...TOOK IT AWAY ...yes, the Master took it until I bowed down to him and gave him my cell number so he could text me with a 'code' that I had to put into my Little House sign in place.....Then after I was a good little slave and gave Master what he wanted, he gave me back MY PROPERTY.
Isn't that kind of what a PIMP does!? WOW, the more I think about this the worse it is.
So my friends that is the only way I can figure how all of my contacts got transferred from my private cell phone to my gmail account.
Sorry to all those who have given me their private numbers and that want to keep them private.....Google has them now......
Quite a rant huh, my friends. Well, I am done ....... for now.