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After four years nursing bitter memories from a harrowing year in the clutches of AT&T Wireless (miserly calltime allowance, huge-ass overage charges, Faustian customer dis-service) I’ve decided to give mobile phone service another go. It just seems the sensible thing to do in this on-the-go town. So in the random hope of ending up with Catherine Zeta-Jones’s number pre-programmed into my phone I opted for T-Mobile as my carrier of choice. That and the sweet, sweet Bluetooth nectar from my Sony Ericsson T610, only available through them and — wait for it — AT&T Wireless. So, T-Mobile it is. One week into it I am ecstatically pleased, both with said hardware (hundreds of calendars, to-dos, contacts magically synced among phone, Powerbook, and .Mac account, plus remote control of iTunes and DVD Player) and with T-Mobile’s coverage (it’s not how many bars you have, but whether you can actually make a call with them), which was my biggest concern. You’re right, Catherine: it does feel as though I’m Getting More.
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