I accepted the fact that my awesome new Sprint phone is as useless as a five-legged table. I'm okay with that. I'm going to go return it tomorrow.
And then I decided on my very own, very expensive Cingular plan. But it's just as expensive as all the others, so I can't complain. And it seems that everyone I know is on Cingular, so most of my calls will be free.
So it was off to Best Buy, land of free Cingular phones.
After five hours of online comparison and then much in-store debate, I chose a really high-end phone and even that phone was free with service at Best Buy. Good old Best Buy.
The woman didn't want anything to do with me. She hated her job, her life, her underwear--something. But still, she stomped off to get my phone.
When she returned, there it was! A phone! And I was only a series of computer forms away from having it.
First question--
What zip code will this phone primarily be used from?
ME: Does that determine the area code of the phone number?
GIRL THAT HATES ME,LIFE: Yes.
ME: Then it will be 3-2-8--
She slams the phone's box down on the keyboard and says, "I can't sell you this phone then." And she looked so damn happy.
Best Buy can't sell out of region service and a Connecticut area code in Florida is evil when it's my primary phone. So I've been thwarted once again!
Next stop: Amazon.com. I've purchased a phone and a service agreement, but they don't ship until and "reserve the right to cancel my order upon results of the credit check."
So I'm guessing I still don't have a phone.
When I hear back from Amazon, I'll probably just have to bend over and take it from the Cingular store, deposits and all.
In other news, tomorrow is a Wednesday and I should have written a story today instead of clawing my way through cell phone hell.
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