On Tuesday, I decided that an iPhone was in order. I had just found out from a housemate that the iPhone was also an iPod. That clinched it for me - if it can carry my music, I'm sold!
My contract with Optus was up for renewal at the end of April and I thought I would try my luck in getting a new phone ahead of the renewal date. I have been with Optus for more than 6 years so I knew they would give me what I wanted.
A quick conversation later, I was talking to Sales about which iPhone I wanted, what colour, what cap plan I would lock myself into and which insurance option I wanted. The sticking point came with international calls which are no longer included in any of their cap plans. There was an alternative, blessedly, and so I took it. I like being able to ring my parents and brothers in Malaysia at any time. I don't mind the added expense as I didn't want to take the risk of missing them at an important time.
On Wednesday (yesterday), the iPhone was delivered as promised and I skipped and hopped at the thrill of it. Along with the attention span of a two-year old, I also have the reactions of one to a new toy.
I spent most of last night playing with it: locating the spot for the SIM card, syncing it to iTunes (after upgrading iTunes on my laptop which took, like, forever), transferring songs from Windows Media Player, more syncing, wondering where all my contacts went, calling my Mum and having a bitch, asking Optus where my contacts went, slotting the SIM card back into the Nokia and copying all contacts to it, downloading a handful of free applications, syncing email, testing the camera, choosing my ringtone, text tone, alarm tone, and finally, changing my wallpaper.
I love it. It held my attention for 3 whole hours. Amazing.