At some point within the 30 days of June, I am going to host a T-Mobile Has Taken Two Years Of My Life Away From Me fiesta (subsequent to the party, there will be a Why Did I Ever Invest So Much Time In Desperate Housewives soiree). I used to have Verizon, but my old company put everyone on T-Mobile, and since then, my life has collapsed in on me like a dying star (can anyone name that reference? Ben you are not allowed to guess).
The events of the party, in no particular order, will include the following:
Drafting articulate letters to join T-Mobile’s black hole of complaints
Breaking all of my Sidekicks and their accompanying equipment in unison
Throwing my Blackberry out of the 49th floor window (this may or may not be a good idea. On one end, there are the odds of hurting someone coupled with getting arrested, while on the other end, there lies the complete satisfaction of not hearing DING DING DING every time I place a call).
At the end of the party, I’m going to buy this phone. Although the new iphone is due early next month, I think I’m going to switch to AT & T and get the Blackberry Bold. Once I have done so, I’m going to take my new phone and go into every T-Mobile store in Manhattan and talk on it….on speaker…in an even more obnoxious fashion than I already do.
This is all I have come up with so far.
