Jul 29, 2006 11:23
I'm sick of my job.
No, let me rephrase.
I REALLY EFFING HATE MY JOB.
So, I'm a debt collector. And all day long, people scream at me through my headset and curse me out and belittle me. These are STRANGERS, keep in mind. And though what strangers say to me doesn't generally bother me, it's starting to get under my skin. I called a borrower yesterday to remind him about his payment due on Tuesday, right? I mean, this was JUST a courtesy call b/c I am a nice girl who doesn't like to see debters fall out of payment programs. These programs, keep in mind, are supposed to help reform these assholes. So, what does he say to me? "Yeah, Kellie, about that... I've decided not to pay the government loan back. I just don't have the funds..." .........
What?
Not only is he adding to the disgusting waste that is this country's deadbeats, but he is also fucking with my budget. Keep in mind too that if I fail to make my budget every month, then I am getting canned. :le sigh:
Oh, and here is the especially good part of the whole thing. I needed a manager approval to void his automated checks and when I called her over there, she went ballistic on me. She started biting my head off in front of all of my co-workers on the collection floor. I was mortified.
After that, I felt like crying. It wasn't so much the incident, but more of what it reminded me of. Because the lazy mother fuckers want to sit on their asses and get something for nothing, I have to work extra hard at being a productive citizen. All the while, these low-life scumbags are getting free healthcare, free education, free housing, free food... (need I go on?). And the saddest part about it all is the fact that our country makes it so easy for these people to be bums. They really, really do. So, my tax dollars are feeding their children's mouths and putting their children through school. And I can barely make ends meet. Once I finally do get out of college and get a job, there will be no Social Security funding left for me to retire. This is about the time when I really, REALLY want to run my car into a brick wall. Only thing is, with my luck I wouldn't die. Instead, I would just get horribly injured. And I am sorry, but I can't afford the medical bills or to fix my car. Why, you ask? That's because these losers ate all of my check.