The high cost of keeping in touch

The dilemma of living in the middle of the Pacific...the effect that this has with my ability to keep in touch with those back on the mainland...is the time difference. Five, six hours. The time change is actually quite convenient. When I leave work and head home around 5pm becomes prime to call back home. Well, prime time for those akin to staying up later.

However, my phone company recognizes me as a resident of Hawaii. As such those lovely night and weekend minutes are rendered useless when one discovers that to call after 9pm means waking up potentially crabby friends, family, and lovers. Though to be awoken anytime before 6am makes me particularly crabby as my unfortunate insurance agent discovered last week. I think I'm still covered by that insurance plan. I should probably call her back to check. In my disgruntled half asleep state I cannot remember what I said to her. But wait...I'm over my minutes. It's the bloody circle of cell phone service!

Drama aside...the problem has been resolved. My talking patterns (while not excess) are unlikely to change. And I'm only faced with two larger bills...the current months on which I ran over. And next month's which will come to about the same amount when the cost of the compatible phone is figured in. In the long run...the cheaper way out. Now I only need to decide which lucky five will bear the burden of my calls...

Of course the cheapest route would be the 41* method, but the postal agents have seen quite of bit of me in the last month already.