Partying like it’s 1999

A week ago Wednesday, I went to dinner at the Ruchi Indian restaurant here in town. Two things happened there: I fell so in love with a tiny dish of dal that I literally, as I was eating it, thought, “I wish everyone in the world could taste this”; and I picked up my cell phone to put it on silent just as a waiter approached. This is the last time that I can remember having the phone in my hand. It’s possible that I saw it after this, but I have no memory of it.

I’ve just checked my statement online, and it says that my last call was on Sunday, but it’s a little unclear on whether that’s the last call to or from the phone. So I’ve contacted the company and am waiting to hear whether someone out there has been using my dinosaur of a phone or whether it may just be snuggled up in my couch cushions somewhere, waiting to be found.

I have been on the path to a new phone for a while. Mine is old (in cell phone years, it’s about 80, though I really only got it in 2002) and pretty feature-less. Yet it’s a workhorse of a phone, and though it’s been getting a bit worn down of late — some calls have been a bit fuzzy, particularly since the Great Technology Drop of November 2005, and the face and buttons are very worn down — it’s really a good phone. Reliable. Solid. And the sole keeper of about 75 phone numbers that I apparently didn’t write down anywhere else.

Here’s the other beautiful thing about my phone: I don’t have a contract. I get the standard monthly Verizon pricing — about $40 — without any of that 1- or 2-year agreement stuff. My step-sister used to work for Verizon, and she helped us out with that plan a long time ago. It’s been great. Which has been particularly nice, since every time I think of signing a contract, I can see the possibility of moving in my future. The bad part of this is that if I want a new phone at a discount price from Verizon, I will have to sign a contract. And, again, I don’t know that I want to at this moment, because I’m thinking, again, I might — might — be moving within the next 6 months or so, and who knows what the Verizon service will be like in the place I move to. Bleh. And I have to get a new phone, which may have all kinds of fun features but will probably not be the reliable little beast that my current phone is/was. AND, though I love Verizon for its service — really, more bars in more places, that’s all true — I despise their customer service representatives. Absolutely hate them. They’ve made me cry and want to set things on fire in the past. HATE them. So I’m not really looking forward to that whole process.

Writing this out does give me a bit of a path to follow. So I need to do more searching while I wait to hear from Verizon, and then I need to go about finding a phone. Otherwise I’m going to put this all off for a ridiculous amount of time, simply because I don’t want to deal with it.

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5 Responses to Partying like it’s 1999

  1. next_bold_move says:

    You must have a phone. You MUST.

    Sorry, just thought I would weigh in needlessly on the subject. I hope you find the Great Orange Beast. Or find love with a flip phone of infinite reliability!

  2. kepkanation says:

    Are there flip phones of infinite reliability? Do you like yours?

  3. next_bold_move says:

    I really do. It’s been a good phone for the 6 months I’ve been using it. Greg and my mom both have the same phone, and they like theirs, too.

    I think it’s an LG-5000, but I might be wrong.

  4. starstraf says:

    call Richi again, did you call dole center?

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