2 June 2003

The front wheel, seat and lights were stolen off my bike today, leading to several hours spent in two different stores collecting all the missing parts.

Friday I got an AT&T mobile phone to replace the Sprint one I’d lost to last week’s aquatic deluge. This weekend I determined that AT&T has basically the worst reception in Boston; zero bars at my apartment, one bar at work if I’m lucky, and, Sunday afternoon, no signal at all across the street from the AT&T store.

Today, they wouldn’t let me return the 3-day-old t68i I’d bought, since I’d lost the box. Nor would they let me use Jacob’s box.

So I went to T-Mobile to get a new phone, only to discover that I had a past-due account with them: apparently six months ago when I briefly had a T-Mobile Sidekick they had my address listed wrong and weren’t automatically billing my credit card as I’d believed. So they wouldn’t sell me a phone without a $500deposit.Andfuckthat.

Shit.Andnowmyspacebarisn’tworking.Icannotfuckingbelievethis.