A <3 Hate Relationship with T Mobile and T Home

I’ve been a T-Mobile customer for several years.

They were the first to offer decent options for using your US phone overseas; they were also the first to unlock your phone for overseas sim cards. Those were reasons I originally liked them. I also liked them because they were a German company that I knew from my years living in Berlin.

Fast forward a few years and I’m living in Hungary. I’ve lived here nearly a year. I have a T-Home account (cable package) and a T-Mobile pre pay sim card; The sim card allows me 5oo GB of data per month for $8.80, and charges me per minute for the calls I make. It has worked well, but gets costly.

T-Mobile
Photo Credit http://www.flickr.com/photos/86530412@N02/

Spending Your Saturday at T-Mobile and Other Things I’d Rather Not Do
This weekend I decided to brave it and visit T-Mobile and get a new phone plan. I say brave it, because I’ve visited T-Mobile here in Hungary on at least five occasions; getting out of there in under an hour is nearly impossible; one day I was there over two hours! T-Mobile is a main provider of mobile phone service in Hungary, and they rarely have enough customer service agents.

Rarely do they share all the plans for cable packages they offer without you raising your voice and saying absolutely not. Rarely do you get someone who knows all the English language TV plans. T-Home, here’s a tip; Customer service matters.

Train your employees to know all the plans and options. I had to have the assistance of my Hungarian speaking landlords, and three customer service agents over an hour and a half to get the plan I wanted. That’s not good customer service.

Silly me for thinking getting a new phone plan would be a straight forward process. After all, I’m an account holder already. I might as well have been from MARS for all the good it did me. In fact I was so peeved that I called a Hungarian colleague who specializes in helping our work staff on just such problematic occasions.

Despite Being an Account Holder, It Was Still an Awful Experience
In my possession, an account with T-Home, a prepay plan with T-Mobile, my passport and my residency card; still it wasn’t enough. They have to have an official address card. This is basically a folded in half index card with my address written on it, and a single stamp. (Trust me, it is very basic.) Certainly not like the official looking residency permit card I carry in my wallet. None the less, despite speaking to my colleague in Hungarian and having me melt down and be the Ugly American, I still have no phone plan.

After speaking to another colleague, whose wife is Hungarian. I feel better. She was also at T-Mobile yesterday and had a similar awful experience. She ordered her phone two weeks ago and was called on Friday to say come in and pick it up tomorrow. She arrived to pick up her phone and they told her not only is it not here, but it’s not available. What?! She was a very unhappy customer. What’s the deal T-Mobile? You’re so important you’ve forgotten who made you important; YOUR CUSTOMERS? World Wide customers keep you in business. Personally, I’m happy to go elsewhere, where my business is appreciated.

*Though I am a T-Mobile customer, they did not ask me to write a post about how peeved I am at them; or how they can’t think outside the box.

What would you do if you weren’t afraid?

Last week I read, Love With a Chance of Drowning by: Torre DeRoche. I’ve followed Torre’s adventure since she self published her book, and a month later had it picked up by a major publisher. With the launch of her book she posted, “Pack Your Bags, But Leave Your Fears Behind.” a blog post asking other bloggers to outline their fearful adventure.
Torre listed three conditions:
1. It inspires you.
2. It scares you.
3. On some level, big or small, it will change your world.

Barbados

Today I’m sharing my fearful adventure.
Jumping into new experiences isn’t new for me. I’m living and working as an expat. I’ve hop scotched my way around the world working as a teacher. I left the U.S. and moved to the island of Guam. I spent three years on Guam and then moved to Hawaii. During my three years in Hawaii my mother died; her death propelled me to continue following my overseas dream. I plunged back into international living with a job in Germany; and I spent three years working in Germany. At that time my father was diagnosed with cancer and died quickly. Losing my remaining parent flipped my world upside down; I was lost again in a world of pain, grief and estate details.

So What Does This Have to Do With My Fearful Adventure?

Fast forward a few years and I’m back overseas living in Budapest, Hungary. I love living in Hungary and I enjoy my teaching job. In order to understand my fearful adventure, you have to understand what I’ve come from. Losing my parents at ages 53 and 59 shifted many priorities in my life. So when I saw Torre’s post a few days ago, I decided to write my own fearful adventure.

My fearful adventure is to sell my home, buy a bar on an island and live an island style life. This adventure inspires me, it scares the hell out of me and it would definitely change my world.

Losing my parents taught me that life can change in an instant and you’d better be doing what you love. That’s why I moved back overseas to teach and live as an expat. Though I love teaching and living in Budapest, I detest snow and winter. Winter in Budapest quickly reminded me I’m an island girl at heart and I need tropical weather.

My Fearful Adventure
So how does one go about buying a beach bar on an island? There isn’t exactly an owner’s manual for some of the life experiences I choose to jump into. First, I realize I have to sell my three bedroom house in Florida. Second, for my sense of security I will purchase a smaller home, probably a condo. This will give me a rental income and a place in my dad’s state.

Barbados
A little bar on Barbados.

Caribbean Beaches
A beach on Aruba that I love.

Here is where I take the big ol plunge.
I sell my house, pay off my mortgage and any remaining bills. Cue sweating and shaking as I find and buy a little bar on an island in the Caribbean. Of course there are details; Which island? What can I afford to buy? Are their different purchasing and licensing requirements because I’m not local? Basics, such as shipping my household essentials and flights for my dog Tanner come next. He’s a 135 lb golden retriever/shepherd mix. He requires a pet friendly island with no quarantine. Cue lengthy phone calls and questions similar to my preparations for moving him to Budapest.

I don’t know how my fearful adventure will come together. I know it will take time. I’ve packed up my life on a month’s notice and moved to a new country twice. With those moves came a safety net of sorts, in an employer. This adventure is far out of my comfort zone; it’s not every day you decide to sell your home, buy a bar and move to an island. Maybe some day you’ll visit the islands and join me for happy hour.


Love with a Chance of Drowning – A Memoir by Torre DeRocheThis post is part of the My Fearful Adventure series, which is celebrating the launch of Torre DeRoche’s debut book Love with a Chance of Drowning, a true adventure story about one girl’s leap into the deep end of her fears.

"Wow, what a book. Exciting. Dramatic. Honest. Torre DeRoche is an author to follow." Australian Associated Press

"… a story about conquering the fears that keep you from living your dreams." Nomadicmatt.com

"In her debut, DeRoche has penned such a beautiful, thrilling story you’ll have to remind yourself it’s not fiction." Courier Mail

Find out more…


Lángos; Hungarian Food and Culture

One of the interesting aspects of moving to a new country is learning about the culture and the food of the country. In my first weeks in Hungary I had an opportunity to try Lángos. Lángos started as a baked flat bread made with bread dough baked in a brick oven. The word comes from, lang meaning flame in Hungarian. Today with fewer brick ovens Lángos is now a flat bread fried in oil. I’d best describe the dough as similar to an elephant ear from carnivals. The dough is made with flour, water, salt, sugar and sometimes milk. Some Lángos have yogurt, potato or sour cream added into the dough. The toppings of a Lángos are a little like pizza with a twist.

making Lángos

Lángos

Lángos
A warm Lángos served with sour cream and smoked cheese in Budapest.

When I tried Lángos it was served warm with a giant dollop of sour cream spread over its surface and about a third of a pound of an amazing grated smoked cheese. It was rich in flavor, heavy, and calorie laden. It’s definitely something to share among a few friends. I couldn’t eat very much, it was too rich, though the flavor of the smoked cheese continued to tempt me. The sour cream that topped my Lángos is a Hungarian staple. Hungarians put sour cream on everything, even on specialty pizzas, as a sauce. It’s known as tejföl and it’s very prominent in the grocery isle.

*Information about Lángos came from Wikipedia.

Liberty Bridge Budapest

My love of architecture is evident in todays photo post of the Liberty Bridge in Budapest. The Liberty Bridge also called Szabadsag hid or the Freedom Bridge is one of many that connect the Buda and Pest sides of Budapest. The bridge construction was begun in 1894 and finished in 1896.

Liberty Bridge view 1b

The bridge was designed by Janos Feketehazy in the Art Nouveau style.

liberty bridge light

Art Nouveau architecture

art nouveau architecture

Liberty bridge

Information about the Liberty Bridge is from Wikipedia.