I hate bill collectors
Ugh. One of my credit card companies has been calling me every hour on the hour for the last week. Every day. It's getting a little old...no wait, a lot old. I talk with them on a daily basis, repeating the same thing over and over again...I can't make a payment until the middle of May, due to me being unemployed and uber-broke. No, I can't make an over-the-phone check payment... no, I can't make a payment using another credit card... no, I don't have a husband and even if I did, no, I wouldn't give you his bank account number to make a payment!!!! Sheesh. And yes, I know I'm a lowlife and it's people like me that make the credit card companies have to be this bitchy in the first place...and yes, I'm a typical woman, spending too much money on stupid things like nails and clothes. (When really it's not...I can't tell you the last time I've set foot in a nail solon and the only piece of clothing I've bought in the last 6 months has been the sweater I got in Ireland)
(NOTE: These are all things I've had said to me by this company's operators in the last week.)
Thank god I'm not a parent...they'd probably steal my first-born to use as collateral.
On to less annoying news. I have a gig this weekend at the Hitching Post. I'm looking forward to it. I'll try not to give myself a fat lip this time.
(NOTE: These are all things I've had said to me by this company's operators in the last week.)
Thank god I'm not a parent...they'd probably steal my first-born to use as collateral.
On to less annoying news. I have a gig this weekend at the Hitching Post. I'm looking forward to it. I'll try not to give myself a fat lip this time.