Friday, February 13, 2009


Last night, I spent roughly two hours on the phone with T-Mobile, trying to choose a new phone number. I know it seems petty, but I’ve become pretty attached to my ten digits over the years. The excessive texting to my girlfriends over the latest boy, updating my Facebook status 24-7, giving out wrong numbers to fist pumping guidos I’m just not that into. Yeah, we’ve had some good times together me and these digits.

Many a phone I have lost to death by drowning… be it a glass, a pool, or the ever disgusting toilet. Yeah, I left that one there. But the numbers, the “digits of my being” persevered. So when it came time to choosing a new number, a new number that would be the new ten digit code to “ME,” it proved to be a relatively difficult task. I mean, these would be the numbers that people would come to associate and memorize as me, and there is a reason I have had the same number since high school… IT’S AWESOME. Easy. Simple. Repetitive. It’s no 867-5309, but it is MINE.

Sure there is the argument of all the contacts I could possibly lose, but with all the new waves in technology, surely they are only a Facebook, Myspace, or email away. But what if a casting director or producer I had met along the road suddenly found a role of job I was perfect for? Most of them really don’t have the time to bother with Google searches on the internet. So… job opportunity lost.

Then again, there are all those bad numbers. You know the ones in your phone. They usually are like “John Rogue bar” or “Kelly Nail Place.” The ones you have to write where you met the person just to have the faintest CLUE who they are in your phone. My personal favorites are the DNA's — AKA, the Do Not Answers. There is usually a reason a person is labeled this is in your phone, thus the explicit instructions in their name registry. Those are the hanger-ons, the guy at the bar that insists he sees his number register in your phone even though you have made it pretty clear you are not interested (YEAH, that happens), and the occasional stalker or dreaded ex. To date, I have about 7 DNA’s in my phone, and probably another 10 that still retain their actual names, but should have those instructions next to them.

Stalkers and ex’s are by far the biggest reason to get a new number, because unless your phone is one of those with the convenient individual block feature, some people will keep calling and texting long after you have told them to stop. Then there is the coffee call, and the random drunk texts on Valentine’s Day, the… "Hey, just wanted to see how you were" text. “I’m fine, or I was five seconds before I got this text. “

Sometimes even when it says “DNA,” our hearts simply can’t hit the red button, the one I affectionately refer to as the @$$hole button. Instead, we open ourselves up to a barrage of nasty texts, confusing conversations, and heated arguments over things that are no longer relevant in our lives. A number doesn’t validate who I am, and besides, I have changed a lot since high school. The people that were so relevant and important to me back then… well, aside from my best friends, most have just become Facebook friends, and people on the list I send Christmas cards to.

So it was time for Jenny to get a new number, and a new life. For those that receive my new number, I hope they will be wise about passing it around. Because a great new number, is a terrible thing to waste.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go memorize my new digits... Tommy Tutone style.

Jenny, I got your number,
I need to make you mine.
Jenny, don't change your number,
8-6-7-5-3-0-9 (8-6-7-5-3-0-9)
8-6-7-5-3-0-9 (8-6-7-5-3-0-9)


Barb said...

I'm so proud of you!

Veritas said...

Hi there.
So you changed your phone number, there’s always a tons of reasons to do that and you made it very clear what were yours.
I personally have 3 cell phones, one for the job, one for the real friends and the other one is just for acquaintances; you know for those people I barely know or those that I met in some place a short time ago.
The same goes for the internet, or did you think my only nickname out there was Veritas, I have tons of names each for a different reason, some people know my real name but only those that I’ve seen that deserve my trust.
You personally never gave me a chance to show you the real me.
But that’s ok, you do what you got to do, right?!
There is one thing I don’t understand on your text.
Why don’t you just erase the numbers of those that simply don’t mean anything to you?
After all you did that to me, just because I was honest and I am man enough to admit it I was also hard on you, you simply removed me from your MySpace account.
But that’s ok, you do what you have to do, right?!
Now you have a new number, and you said “and a new life”.
Why did you say that?
Does the number on our phone define who you are?!
I personally don’t believe that to be true, but I haven’t figured you out very well also.
If a new life is what you need, then so be it.
It is your life, and neither I nor anybody has any saying on it, and that is a good thing.
It is like that old Moslem saying “Your soul is in your keeping alone, and at the end of your life you can’t go before God and say “I was told by others to do so”, that will not suffice” this saying actually exists, just because it was used in a movie doesn’t mean that they made it up.
So, good luck with your new ten digits.

Steve said...

No lie, Tommy used to shop at the store I worked at when I was 16. I think the guy lived on Marlboro lights and 44 oz diet coke fountain drinks. Also oddly enough wore his sunglasses at night.

roothog229 said...

It's always a good idea to change numbers, passwords, etc. when you need to. Either that, or throw a phone away! When I was working for CSTV, they gave me a Treo with a strange # and all, and that thing annoyed the living hell out of me. If not for the constant calls, or the beeping of 50 e-mails an hour, it was all the text messages that were sent to everyone that I didn't need to know. So, basically, if it sets you free, your new # is the best thing going!