My future is no longer Orange...
I canceled my mobile phone contract with Orange the other day. It's been a seven year relationship that I've spent a lot of money maintaining. You don't notice these things when they work as they should but you sure as hell notice them when they don't. With Orange it was the way calls were dropped on walking into the kitchen at my last but one house, the way calls could only be made squeezing up against the window in the next place, the complete dead spot extending for three blocks in the centre of town, the inability to make calls from inside some buildings and the total lack of reception at my parents house and at Cindy's parents house.
No amount of two-for-one cinema tickets on a Wednesday makes up for the service I'm actually paying for not working as advertised despite what the reception map on their website may claim. Why did I stick with them for so long? Well, I swear they were better back-in-the-day but everyone says that about everything. The real reason was inertia. Come contract renewal time they wouldn't seem that bad and at one time you really did want to be on the same network as your friends to keep your bill to something approaching manageable. That was how I ended up on an 18 month contract with a new phone; very popular for holding onto customers, especially when that phone starts to behave oddly after a year and you need a new one.
The final straw with Orange was when I started receiving texts informing me that they'd checked my bill and that I was on the 'right tariff'. I've used my phone a lot less in the past year. In fact on my last bill I'd used about 75 minutes out of the 500 allowed. Not really the right tariff for me.
I was even more pleased with my decision after seeing the new advert featuring Snoop Dogg at the cinema; Orange 'ironically' playing the squares to the 'highly credible' rapper who once claimed to have been a pimp. On his appearance at the 2003 MTV awards:
"I was flexin' my pimp muscle and lettin' people see how real pimps do it," he says. "If you really a pimp, you should be able to get two bitches to walk on a leash with you down the red carpet and be yo ho's for the night."
Nice one Orange. I struggled on and finally realised that what I actually want from my mobile phone is the ability to make and receive calls and send texts cheaply. I do not care about taking photos, making videos, sending multimedia messages, video chat, games, web browsing, listening to MP3s or any of the other myriad functions that mobile phones do badly and for which if I really want to do any of those things I actually have something designed for the express purpose. My ideal phone would remain on standby for weeks at a time, come with a booster aerial for those times when you're in reception no-man's land and would serve as a broadband connection for my Mac when so required.
As it is I've ditched Orange for an O2 Simplicity SIM card. For £15 I reckon this will cover all the speaking and texting I'm going to need to do and I can call other O2 phones for free, which is simply a reason for me to encourage my friends to switch (unlike Orange's add-one-number-every-six-months 'incentive'). I've bought a pay-as-you-go phone and popped the SIM in that. It works out cheaper than any comparable contract and I only have to give a month's notice so I don't feel trapped into throwing money away for the forseeable future.
I rang Orange customer services to request a PAC so I could keep my number. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "I'd like a PAC please."
Orange: "Are you leaving Orange."
Me: "Yes I am."
Orange: "Which network are you going to?"
Me: "O2."
Orange: "Can I ask why?"
Me: "You're incredibly uncompetitive."
Orange: "We'll send your PAC out in the next few days."
It seems like even they acknowledge they're useless. Seven years. And that was that.