When I got my last phone, in May of 2008, I was excited about the mp3 capabilities, but in general, I was also well aware that I wanted something simple, w/ few bells &/or whistles. However, it quickly became apparent that the phone sucked the proverbial donkey balls. A few months later, I placed it in my soccer bag during a match, & the unexpected storm/hail/tornado conditions cried havoc & let slip the dogs of war upon the shitty little thing. Since then, the texting/typing/basic usefulness of a phone has been problematic. while typing (or entering a phone number), the delete button would often get stuck down & I would be left for days on on w/o he ability to proceed. This also effected my ability to have a conversation as the same button was responsible for muting my voice... causing people to inadvertently become unable to hear what I was saying & assume we were disconnected. It came to a head yesterday while I was attempting to pay a bill over the phone, but it kept "pushing" the wrong #s which then connected me w/ the wrong departments.
In frustration, I went to the AT&T place by Target to determine my options, options, as it turned out that were much greater than I expected. While settling on a new phone, the 3 people working there also greatly lowered my bill as 2 of them pretended to be Stephanie & me & called the billing people w/ major complaints. They hooked us up w/ an extra 1,000 roll-over minutes & after they fought for an hour, halved the bill.. for a few months anyway. Plus, the woman may join the Green Team! She played in college, is supposedly a decent striker & is a Liverpool fan (& you thought this would be a soccer-free post... HA... not-bloody-likely).I settled on the Motorola Backflip, which does exponentially more than the old phone, has the best camera I've ever had, & has proven to be super-fun. As I then went straight to Nicola's, Stephanie proceeded to take the kids up & procured 1 for herself. This, in turn, allowed her to give her old one to them... & will allow me to go all Office Space on my shit-ass piece of shitty shit.