collections
today has gone from bad to worse. started out running late, got to the office late, and immediately got pounced by two people over screw-ups i committed. um, can i set my purse down before you rip my head off, please?
was angry, shaky and cranky all morning, took a friend's advice and got out at lunch. quick oil change for the car (overdue!!!) and a run through Taco Bell and i felt a lot better. back at the office, this afternoon was high-energy but at least i could laugh, and didn't feel like i was going to snap or burst into tears.
at the end of the day, we had our eyes on the radar, watching the approaching storm that's right now bringing heavy rain, but will leave us with 30 degree temps and the possibility of snow. my body felt it coming long before the lightning started. I told K that there's a real chance i won't be in tomorrow, if it's as cold and ugly as predicted.
i'm home now, it's storming like a mofo, i've had a comfort dinner of rice noodle and tofu, and i went through my mail to find a collections notice. WTF? This just might be what pushes me over the edge for good. i've spent a good long time screaming and trying not to hyperventilate over this.
i recognize the name of the creditor; it's from PT i had in late 2003, right about the time i moved. i seem to recall we had trouble with it insurance-wise, 'cause the PT i'd had earlier in the year filed some things wrong, and my insurance company thought i'd used up all my visits when i had very much not. But i thought it was all resolved. so why now, after three years, are they coming after me to the tune of $700?????
I'm trying hard to stay calm. I'm making myself take deep breaths. i'm sure there is a rational explanation for all this, and being an irrational hyena will do me no good.
There are many mentions of "contact us in writing" in the letter, so i think that's what i need to do. i have 30 day. i think i need to sleep on it, for fear of turning into a shrieking hysterical woman. i don't think the cats are up for that, as it appears the storm has worn them out.
i should have some records from this whole mess -- i throw everything in a box each year when i do my taxes, and hang on to them for 7-8 years or so. i even know where the box is, if you can believe that.
but first, i seriously need to calm down ...
