I'm a grown woman. Seriously.


Currently out of work, fandom- and wedding-obsessed 23 year old woman. Expect to see lots of posts about wedding, job-hunting, moving across the country (MI to NY) and fandom!

I'm a grown woman. Seriously.

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So I've been ducking into various Verizon Wireless stores this week trying to figure out where I can get the best deal for my own cell phone plan. I've been on my parents' plan since I was 16 and really, it's at the point that I need my own phone plan. Now that I've got the raise at work (yay!) I can finally afford one (at least for me - we might be keeping Billy with his current plan since technically it's a work phone).

Walking by the new store by my apartment tonight I saw a sandwich board saying they were having a 3 days sale. Well that's interesting, so I go inside and see what it is. Apparently a bunch of phones are free for the duration of the sale and he wants to check my account to see if I'm eligible. I explain that I actually want a new plan because I'm on my parents' at the moment. He says that in order for me to get off that plan, my dad (and yes, he did jump to the conclusion that it was my dad who was the primary account holder. That happens to be true but I still don't like the assumption) would have to be there (physically, in the store) to authorize me to have my own account.

"But my dad's already done that," I explain. And he has - he had checked earlier this summer to see what needed to be done to get me off of their plan and had it put into the computer system that I could leave whenever I wanted.

This sales rep didn't want to hear it - wouldn't even look it up to check.

I got so, so angry I snapped "That's not correct," and stormed out of the store. I was actually mildly scared of how angry I was, but mostly I'm just PISSED. Because, seriously, that's bullshit. I don't think I've been told I needed my dad to do something for me since I was 10. Haven't needed my parents for anything since I turned 18 (well, haven't needed them for anything like getting my own cell phone - clearly I love them and need them on a regular basis, but for things like moral support and presents ;-). To be told that as a 24 year old woman I still needed my father's permission to have my own cell phone account just pissed me off to no end.

Guess I'm going back to that store in Manhattan that is giving away free Blackberries.
  • (Anonymous)
    I had the same thing happen to me - I physically couldn't purchase an iPhone, even though I'd done the physical legwork of checking it out and was qualified for the purchase unless my father was physically present. I had to wait until I was next back in NJ to get one -- while my dad stood in the back of the store with a book, answered no questions, and paid nothing.

    Assholes. ~Rachel

    (BTW, I hate commenting on your journal, because IJ is such a bitch and will never accept my LJ account, even though it says it will, and then I have to go through at least one, usually two spam counters. And they're tough!)
  • crazy. I've gotten off my parents' plan and onto my own with no hassles. Then again, maybe it's because I did it at Best Buy?
  • (Anonymous)
    I know how you feel. My landlord kept on harping on at me about getting my mother to sign some form, which I thought was ridiculous considering I've signed the lease, have all the utilities in my name, am a GRADUATE STUDENT who has STUDENTS OF HIS OWN(!), and haven't needed parental permission for, well, ANYTHING since before I turned 21. I kept stalling on it for a while, and then when she got really persistent, I did something that I probably shouldn't have done...

    ...I told her I was an orphan, and was too embarrassed to tell her before.

    OK, OK, that seems like a horrible thing to do, but the fact of the matter is that my parents don't even live on the same continent as me, so in order for them to sign something I have to mail it to the UK, wait, and have them mail it back to me (roughly three weeks of waiting). Too much hassle, money, and time. I figured that this lie wasn't sooooo bad, and it saved me a lot of hassle.

    Plus, the landlord stopped randomly dropping in at our house (as she was wont to do previously), which is nice.

    - Richard
    • LOL. That's kind of hilarious.

      My dad actually will be in New York in a couple of weeks (parents are visiting over Labor Day), but it's the fucking principle of the thing. Dad did get a big laugh out of it last night, though - he knows it's been ages since I've needed his permission for anything.
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