The Ghoast of Jobs is in my iPhone.

There’s some unfinished business here. Yes, I would like to exhume the ashes of Steve Jobs and let him know there is still work needed on the iPhone. The concept of the iPhone is good but it still needs a little tweeking. Maybe a lot of tweeking. Perhaps needing a good hammer.

Just when you think the jobsPhone is working a okay, it then takes on a mind of its own. Maybe taking on the in-your-face persona of Jobs himself. “I’ll work when I want to.” Or, “I’ll not work when I feel like it.” The iPhone completely goes mute for no reason. The screen goes blank without warning. It has a tendency to fixate on one thing regardless of how many swipes or taps you make and then not move on regardless. What’s going on here? Is Jobs in my phone again? Has he not left this earth yet?

How can a inanimate piece of metal and glass be so recalcitrant? If you were to read Job’s autobiography, you would think the iPhone is controlled by Jobs himself. Never agreeing, always wanting something else, and forever changing its mind. Resisting and ridiculous.

Here! Take this freaking thing back. Where’s my old “Flip-phone?” Better yet, where’s my landline? I want my life and sanity back.