After four years of living here in Oregon, I finally got a Portland-based phone number. I know! I am not very hip and did not get an iPhone or anything, but I am still coming to terms with my new phone that I am not sure I like very much. I will get used to it eventually, I’m sure.
If you are the sort of person that has my old number already, I will email and/or text you to tell you what my new number is. Or you can ask me. (Option two would make me feel more popular, since nobody really calls me anyway. Not even my own mother.)
Since I switched from Verizon to AT&T (Daniel convinced me, plus it was cheaper), this means that I must manually transfer over every niblet of information I had on my old phone over to the new phone as Verizon does not employ the use of SIM cards. I am realizing this is a huge travesty. It is probably a gigantic plot on their part to get people to never ever switch because it is a huge pain in the ass and I sort of hate everything right now.
My one saving grace is that I managed to re-make my fabulously wonderful Harry Potter theme song ringtone so I do not have to live with those awful default ones. I am losing The Safety Dance, the Mai-Ah-Hee song, and Birdhouse In Your Soul, since those were ones I purchased instead, but I guess it’s okay since I have used the HP one for years anyway.
If, for some reason, you do decide to call me in the future using my old number, chances are you will reach my dad. (Since I was on my parents’ plan and Dad doesn’t have a phone yet, they are just booting me off and giving my number to my dad.) He is very nice but also very shy and I cannot guarantee he will volunteer my new number. You may have to ask him for it. Hee.