This week I’ve been trying to resolve my long-going mobile phone issues by finally signing up to Vodafone and cancelling my T-Mobile contract. As well as an inclusive allowance that will let me ring Hanni it means I can escape the terrible N95 handset I currently endure.
It’s all hit a snag.
Apparently, for no reason that I can comprehend, I’m currently failing credit checks. Since moving to the flat in London I’ve passed at least one — getting the original T-Mobile contract, for instance. My bills get paid on time, my salary is healthy, I’m already paying to same bloody amount on T-Mobile… I don’t get it. And of course, there’s no reason given. I have to contact another company to get information about my credit score; this mystery number that can apparently determine what I do with my life.
I’m really rather upset about it all. There are immediate issues: The fact is I need to send back the T-Mobile phone ASAP or lose the ability to break out of that contract altogether. If I can’t move to another contract, I’m going to lose my phone number. I’ve had it a few years and had been rather set of keeping it for as long as possible.
Then there’s the more anxiety inducing issue of having my life obstructed — for no reasonable reason, I should stress — by an invisible factor. Whilst addled by anger and frustration as I try to sort out what in holy hell is going on, the realisation remains that I’m not completely in control of what I can do with my life.