Phone love

Last week, I did something that I don’t do very often, much to the chagrin of companies who would encourage everyone to do this as often as possible: I got a new phone. An iPhone 6. I do love me an iPhone!

The phone looks great, sleek and pretty. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures, if you don’t have one yourself. (I hear they’re quite popular.) It’s nice to hold, and I really like its bigger screen and sharp, clear graphics. I don’t yet have a bumper case for it, but the one I’ve ordered should arrive sometime this week.

Most importantly, though, is that I’ve changed cell phone service providers. I’ve dumped the company who used to get my business and I’ve gone with someone else.

And I now have cell phone service everywhere in my house! It’s amazing! For three years I lived with spotty reception, dropped calls, random periods of no phone service at all. I had to stand – not sit, even – at one of my kitchen windows, facing outside, in order to make or receive a phone call. Even then, if the stars and the planets weren’t properly aligned or something, sometimes the connection was just wonky. Parts of what I said would just disappear as I spoke, leaving the person on the other end of the phone call saying things like “Uh – I missed that last bit” or “I can’t hear you” or (in the case of my mother) “Pinklea, where the hell ARE you?!?”

It was embarrassing and a huge pain in the ass.

But I had a three-year contract, and there was no way I was going to pay extra to get out of it, I decided. I’d tough it out – and stand by my window or make my calls elsewhere. Fortunately, I don’t actually make or receive a lot of calls, so my stubborn strategy was workable. Not always fun, but workable.

I also was in frequent contact with the service provider, trying to get them to understand that the issue wasn’t my mobile, but their unreliable network. It just didn’t work well in my area, especially in my house, and that wasn’t my fault. It was theirs. They never seemed to comprehend that, so as soon as my contract was done, I was gone.

But now – oh my! It’s so wonderful! I have phone service all over my house, even in the basement and in the garage! I can talk on the phone from my walk-in closet! I can answer the phone in the upstairs bathrooms! I can take the stairs from the basement up to the second floor, talking on the phone all the way! What luxury!

And now if I stand at that kitchen window, gazing outside while chatting on the phone, it’s because I want to, not because I have to.


2 responses to “Phone love

  1. Even bathroom reception so you can chat while you pee. Bonus. But truly, I am happy you are happy with your phone. I grew so weary of the things you mentioned re service we get in this country. So I am happy it’s much better for you.

    • As someone who doesn’t particularly like talking on the phone (as I’m sure you know!), for me to be so elated over great cell phone reception is just so weird! But I really am happy about it! 😀