New Phone, Who Am I?

So, I've been having all sorts of issues with my phone lately (dropped calls, bad reception, no internet, only sending a signal to one headphone, inability to identify a Smooth Jazz song I hear playing in the background, etc.), and my nephew told me, "It's your phone.  You need a new one."  And I said, "But I've taken care of it.  I thought I'd keep it at least one more year."  And he said, "It won't work anymore because they want you to get a new one."

Well, I didn't believe him, so I went to T-Mobile to ask, and the tattooed, pierced fourteen year old girl behind the counter said almost the exact same thing Kayden said.  She tried to sell me a new phone, but I went home and thought about it.  That night, Big and I were going to record our podcast, but I couldn't hear him when we were planning it, so that made up my mind.

I went over the next day (yesterday), and spent ninety minutes buying a new phone (though sadly, it was a tattooed, multi-piercing twenty-something guy that got the commission--if they work on commissions, that is).  I paid to have the data transferred over, as well as the account (and phone number), and in some ways, it's just like my old phone--same size and shape, with the same apps, just a 5G connection rather than a 2 and 4G one (or none, the last few days).

I went over to my cousin's, we watched some TV, and showed him the phone while there, and put it where I always do to charge when I got home, and went to bed.

I woke up in the night, as I often do, and it was hours before my alarm would go off, so I went back to sleep.

Some time later, I opened my eyes, wondering how much time I had left . . . and it was close to eleven-thirty.  

Oh yeah, I have a new phone, and while it (supposedly) ported over all the information and texts and numbers from my old phone, it didn't include silly stuff like ringtones and alarms.  Crap.