I know I’ve only been back for a little bit, so I’m not going to be too hard on myself. But let’s get real, who doesn’t have a decent phone? People that are irresponsible … and me.
Truth: Currently, I don’t have a source of income. I’m trying to be reasonable when it comes to spending money, so I’ve done the reasonable thing and didn’t get a “real” phone.
I got one of those pre-paid phones. 250 minutes and unlimited texts. I was saving the minutes for potential employers, since it’s a tad embarrassing give my parent’s home phone number out. It shames me as ‘irresponsible’ and as the ‘girl-who-lives-with-her-parents-at-an-inappropriate-age’, thus making me pretty much un-hire-able. So, I told my pals if they needed to get a hold of me, to send me a text and I’d call them on a landline.
Surprisingly, it’s been easy for me, people send me a text, “Call me”, and I call them. It is reminiscent of the pager days. I am not going to stay on this silly pager/pre-paid phone plan forever, just until I sign my name on a dotted line accepting the job. Until then, keep sending me your page-texts. Responsibly, I’ll get back to you.
Side note: I’ve been watching The Wire and having a pager-phone would let me fit right in. Stringer Bell, make me your girl! Confusing people with multiple numbers has also been James Bond-esque.
Hearing, “So, which number is this? Oh, your parent’s phone number” puts me right back in my place though.
Side note to the side note: I’m glad to have Spotify back into my life. It wasn’t allowed in Hong Kong. Bringing you a little Hip Hop to your Wednesday. Sorry to those readers that can’t get Spotify in your country and are seeing an error on the page–but if you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest, you’ll most likely know “Skypager”. If you’re in the USA, have yourself a throwback dance on me.