Today, my cell phone number was hijacked. Not my phone. My number. I've had that number for four years and can't even begin to remember all the important things I have linked to it.
I got and made a few calls this morning without any problems, and the few hours of silence after that were not unusual. Then the Hubs called me on the work number and asked why some guy named Mike was answering my phone.
Me: Ummm, you misdialed?
Hubs: Nope, hit the programmed number. Even showed your name.
Me: No clue then, maybe Cricket hiccuped.
Two hours later, he calls the work number again.
Hubs: Now it says Verizon is locating that person.
Me: I don't have a Verizon phone.
Hubs: I know.
Me: Let me try to call you.
Call him back from the office phone.
Me: Won't let me make any calls to anyone.
Hubs: Great. Well, this weekend we will have to get another phone activated for you.
Me: Nope. I got this. I'll call you back.
Make a call to my cell phone carrier. Change my number. Call him back from the new number.
So apart from the downside of having to remember everything my old number is linked to and updating things, the upside is this: I don't have to dodge/mute/ignore/reject phone calls from people I don't want to talk to anymore. I can give my new number to just the people I want to talk to. The creep who stole my old number gets to be harassed now!