Call It What You Want...

Today it's farewell to the text messaging feature of my mobile phone. This feature has been the bane of my existence (or at least my phone's) since I picked up this T-mobile-To-Go package last summer.

First it was a pile of messages from a few sources. Then it slowed down. Recently it has picked up with a vengeance. I finally started messaging back to these people, telling them I don't know them and think perhaps they have the wrong number or something. It always seemed as though I was just getting a piece of some ongoing communication, particularly when one of the messagers answered my "wrong number" message with a bit of explanation of her own -- as much as she could explain.

A call to T-mobile's customer service line left me with the "we can change your number" solution, so I made a trek down to a local T-mobile retailer, thinking at least they could look at these messages and get the idea I was trying to convey. They could do nothing, but could use a little more leverage with the customer service line people. No, I really am not attached to this number, per se, but I am attached to the fact that I finally got on the no-call list so I don't get telemarketing calls to this phone, and I've finally convinced the bill collectors that I am not either of the people they were looking for... But finally, finally, after about half an hour on hold (she did keep checking back with me to make sure I was still there), we managed to get tech support to figure out a way to TURN OFF THE TEXT MESSAGING FEATURE. It is now gone. I can neither send nor receive text messages. So all those messages you wanted to send me, well, now you can't.

In farewell to the feature, I'd like to say a few words to the folks whose messages I've been receiving over the past several months:

Victoria: Thanks for clearing things up, and I hope kage comes home from Iraq soon. And I hope no more of your messages go awry.

O'B'Parker: I assume you're kage's friend too, but I hope whoever you're messaging in Iraq gets home safe soon as well.

Mom: No, I didn't get your picture. No, I don't probably want it.

Chelle: I'm not sure who you're kissing at over the phone, but I don't think it was me. And I'm wearing jeans and a red shirt and striped socks, thanks. You?

Ren: I'm pretty sure he's not the guy for you with that attitude. I hate for you to have the abortion just because you don't have the support, and I hope you've at least got good girlfriends to back you up. I believe in adoption.

Everyone else: Sorry to take away a place to send your weird and random messages. Sup, you sleepin, what up and everything else right back at you. Have a great day and I won't be hearing from you again.