The Joy of Text

So I'm standing at Verizon yesterday, trying to get the phone situation cleared up. For some reason, the person behind the counter does not believe me when I state the problems with the phone, nor does she want to just look up the network case ticket that was filed the previous evening when I called the 800 number. After a good 20 minutes of her ignoring all the things wrong only to have her test the phone and then ask me if I was having problems with the things that I had already told her were wrong, she decided that I should just get the free phone replacement due to me as it was under warranty.

Luckily, a supervisor was kind enough to step in an assist in this matter. She was great, made sure that the phone book info was transferred into the new phone, made sure I knew what to do to get credit for the ring tones lost when I received my bill. Hell, she was even willing to provide me with net service for a few minutes so that I could email photos taken to an account so that I wouldn't lose any.

Everything was great. She tested the phone (both receiving and sending calls), took a test photo with the phone, tested the ear piece and even asked if it was OK to make sure I was receiving text messages. That is when it all changed. When she clicked on the option, she saw that I had already received one in the box. The thing about my phone is that it does not say who it is from, or the time received. It gives you part of the message received, in this case:

Happy fuckin new

She made a face, and asked if it was OK to read the message. Not knowing what it was, I said sure.

Happy fuckin new year bitch. Luv, [ friend name ]

That one message was all it took to get a weird "what is wrong with this girl" look as well as a rush to get me out of there. If only I knew that when I first entered.

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In the middle of discussing bands that we hope never cross the ocean otherwise we'd have to jump off a bridge, I mentioned to Best Friend that I need to start getting rid of email addresses.

me: I'm still trying to decide how I want to handle the email addresses.
Best Friend: Ah.
me: I have too many of them, and I want to start diverting emails to certain ones.
Best Friend: Ah. Sounds smart. Yeah, I think I may have a tad bit much too
me: I can't even begin to count how many I have. I seriously end up forgetting a few when I try.

[snip = talk of Palm Pilots, pictures of underwear and blogs]

me: Great. Now I am trying to figure out how many addresses I have.
Best Friend: Hmm
me: 13. That is the number of email addresses that I have that I can remember off hand.

So here I am with 13 email addresses that I can remember off hand. In other words, I will soon need to seriously start getting rid of addresses. Don't be surprised if you receive a note in your in-box with news of a new address to send your crap to [obviously, this is directed to senders o' spam, since my friends never send crap], especially if I am able to set it up with dedicated addresses for friends / family, yahoogroups and whatever else I can think of.