I held out as long as I possibly could. And frankly, I didn't need it. Nobody had anything to say to me that couldn't be put off until later, or expressed via the cheaper form of e-mail. Nor did I need to coordinate bar-hopping, because I don't bar-hop. But employers are old-fashioned: they want to hear your voice.
So I gave in. I got a goddamn cell phone.
I understand that this phone doesn't give me license to go around bothering people. In fact, I'm glad I held out: it got me out of the habit of calling people.
You can get the number on my Facebook page, or send me an email and ask for it.