Cingular Service Must Die

I’ve been patient about my cell phone for all too long. The battery life is under 24 hours standby. The text messages that arrive hours or days late. The voicemails that appear only when I call in. The inability to recover from going into the subway without an actual reboot.

But today tops it. I had a six PM (three pacific) job interview. At six fifteen, as I was sitting next to my cell phone, waiting for the call, it beeped. The interviewer had called twice and left voice messages. The phone had never rung.

Someone will feel my wrath. Heads will roll. I swear before heaven and earth, someone responsible will feel. my. wrath.

What bugs me is that I know that switching carriers is more or less futile, since they all have equally crap service.