Giving up the 818

So yesterday, Kong and I went to get new phones. I've needed one for a while. Ishy, (the dog) got hold of mine and made a chew toy out of it. It still worked, mostly. It would every once and a while, turn off for no good reason. Of late though, it had come to a point where the phone wouldn't stay on long enough for me to make a call.

So off to the AT&T store we went. My happiness at getting a new phone was rudely interrupted by the news that I'd have to change my phone number, they couldn't combine phones from two separate markets.

Now I've had my 818 number for years. I'd gotten it back when AT&T was Pac Bell, which was before it was Cingular. It was a source of pride for me to have been a cell phone customer for so very long. Also it was the last thread holding me to LA.

The area code 818 covers Glendale, a town which I lived in for many years. It was where I lived for a time in Jr. High, and where we moved back to during my last year of High School. It was where I got my first paying job, and where I had some of my best jobs (shout out to Panda and UMS). It's even where I remember meeting Kong for the first time. It was the number that all my friends had for me, and even though I wasn't in LA, they'd all still know where to find me.

So in the AT&T store, I felt like crying because I would no longer be an LA girl. But then Kong reminded me that I am now fully committed to being a Northen Californian. So with that, I have crossed over to the Dark Side and am rather pleased to be a 415. And honestly really happy not to be a 925.