|The red line is our base, non-overage Verizon bill.|
More vexing is the Verizon overage. There are multiple dynamics in play. Cell phone companies, in general, seem to have punitive overage fees as a basic part of their business plan. They get you to sign up and everything is jolly until your child has a girl-friend and sends 8000 texts in one month. You fix it with unlimited texting, and then they discover Snapchat or Facetime.
This is George Jetson stuff that was pure fantasy five years ago. It is a video streaming technology that is very bandwidth intensive.
One of the keystones of the business plans is to keep users in the dark. They don't want the users to be able to calibrate and make adjustments.
Kubota figured he was doing great as long as he did not get any "overage alerts". So he ran with the throttle pushed all the way forward until he hit the wall.
Every day for the rest of the billing month I will produce a new chart showing daily usage similar to the green-and-red one shown above. We have to get our arms around this because it is very tough to claw our way back on a fixed income.
It absolutely SUCKS that Verizon is complicit in this. It SUCKS that I have to go through all of the extra push-ups to provide Kubota the information he needs to make responsible choices. It SUCKS that I cannot pull Kubota's devices/usage out of the mix and present them separately. It SUCKS that Verizon does not provide a suite of tools that allows me to administer my WIFI, to allow me as the administrator (and bill payer) to throttle back specific devices while leaving those that are used responsibly unchoked.
Kubota impressed me. He came up with a plan. He thinks that the problem is that he is using his electronic toy as a pacifier on nights when he has difficulty going to sleep. In other words, he plays online games to entertain himself.
He came up with the idea of putting new batteries in his electronic keyboard. He can turn the sound level down low and compose music. I had some spare rechargeable batteries and so the deed was done.
The sound of him dinking around on that Yamaha keyboard will sound like coins clinking into the family cash register. It will lull me to sleep.