I bit off more iPhone than I can chew

     This all takes place when my girlfriend of 10 months decided she was going to shatter yet another iPhone screen. It's the second time she's done so in the last 6 months. To set a little background, I recently resurrected an iPhone 4s from the dead. My youngest brother ran over it with his car (how he managed such a feat is beyond me), shattering the screen into a million pieces and rendering the phone completely unusable. He got a new phone and I took it upon myself to make the broken iPhone my own project. I bought a new screen and digitizer (what senses the finger on the screen) for around $20 on eBay. After waiting around for the part for a week (a long antagonizing week) I was able to commence my operation and 3 hours later, out popped the phone I am currently using. 

     That story being told, let's speed up to present day (about two months after my iphone operation). My girlfriend shatters her phone and I, being the idiot that I am reassured her that I, the now wonderful iphone doctor could fix her iphone. One thing, she has the 5. I didn't see this as an obstacle until her screen ($60, that's triple what I paid and it's not my money) arrived and I got to work.  The iPhone 5 is a whole different beast. If I worked on a mustang for my phone, this bad boy is like working on a Lamborghini. It took me the better part of an hour to get the screen off the body, and that's just the beginning.

    I finally got inside the phone and I'm taking some cables out when "snap" my heart sank as a cable ripped. It was just a tiny piece but I had no clue what I had done. The look on my face instantly gave my overlooking girlfriend an indication that I screwed up. Her presence wasn't making matters any better by the way. I pressed onward.

     To make matters worse, this is all taking place in my dorm, where there is a strict policy that all visitors have to be signed out by midnight (it's a catholic school). It's currently 11:50 and her phone is in pieces. We decide to pack all of the stuff into plastic bags and head over to her apartment (she goes to a public university), where I can work on it until it's finished and she can go to bed instead of hawking over me.  I toil away with the phone for the next couple of hours, all said and done I got everything put together, but the cord I ripped won't allow any noise I be heard in the ear speaker basically she can't talk on the phkne unless it's on speaker). Adding to the disaster, the home button isn't responding. I wanted to throw that stupid phone through the wall.  I gave up for the night and went to bed. My girlfriend could text and that was all that really mattered. 

     The following morning, my girlfriend wants me to secure the screen back to the body. I give it a little push and "crack". The new screen cracked right over the front camera. I put the phone down and walked away pissed and disappointed. Then she tries to give it a go and "CRACK" right along the top left corner of the screen. The replacement part was a total piece of junk. 

    To bring the story to a close, my girlfriend gets on the phone with her grandma, who spoils her rotten, and the two of them are currently working to resolve to issue. It is out of my hands and above my pay grade.