I got my first cell phone in the spring of 2004. Back then contracts were one year, and I had that first phone until it completely died in the fall of 2007. Then I decided that what I wanted was a really sturdy phone. I got a black Motorola Razr - an awesome phone, made mostly of metal rather than plastic. It's still working. Even though I cracked the face in several places.
But I'd had it a long time, and I was very dissatisfied with the plan options at my long-time carrier (AT&T), and I finally made the plunge a week ago to switch. My husband had signed up for his half of the new family plan a week previously (before that, we had individual plans. I guess the eighth year of marriage is as good a time as any to go on a family plan!). I had to wait because a friend had kindly agreed to give me a cell phone he no longer needed.
This adorable phone:
It has an 8MP camera (responsible for the improved resolution - if not photography skills - of a couple of the photos of my sink). It's super-slim and adorable. It has a touch-screen QWERTY keyboard (since I now have an unlimited texting plan, this is much nicer than my old-school keypad), and even though I didn't get a data plan, it connects to my wireless network at home. I organized all the little icons, set the alarms, and spent hours copying over my contacts by hand. It has good reception and call quality. I made a comprehensive to-do list for my kitchen renovation and saved it to the phone. It takes the same charger as my work phone, which is super-convenient. I even found out that it will upload photos and other items straight to my work computer - which is so laden with security features it usually refuses to recognize unfamiliar devices.
On Friday, I dropped it out of the car without realizing it (it's very smooth - it slid right off my lap in the dark) and my husband ran it over as we were pulling away. I had had it for one week.
It's going to take a long time for me to be OK with this.