When phone number recycling goes bad
Shortly after I got my cellphone, I discovered that the woman who had used my number before me didn't inform anyone that she had changed numbers. All of her friends kept trying to call her. This was mildly irritating, but I could tell them that I wasn't Aimee and they'd go on their merry way.
More obnoxious was the fact that this woman apparently signed up for every stupid text spamming thing out there. I get text messages every day advertising different things. She gets a lot of telemarketers, too. And debt collectors. Those are more fun than the text messages or friends, though. I can vent my frustration on them without feeling like an asshole. "NO. I am NOT Aimee. I don't even know WHO THE FUCK THAT IS."
But the best is that she didn't change her access to her Twitter account when she got rid of this number.
Yes, that's right. I can update somebody else's Twitter account. I tested it a few times, watching my text updates disappear into the ether, then tried posting specific turns of phrase to search the Twitter database for, so that eventually I was able to find my own tweets and the account they were associated with. I posted several times to her account saying to please, please change the phone number associated with that account so I could put it on my own. But, apparently she had abandoned that Twitter account.
So. I did a great deal of searching and finally found her MySpace account. I went on there and sent her a message, explaining the problem with the phone. She never responded.
My phone is still tied up with her account. I tried contacting Twitter, several times, and yet nothing was done. I don't own her account, you see. I can't change settings on it. Never mind that I can apparently post to it freely.
If I want mobile access, I would actually have to go and get a new phone number. :Shake:
