Evening from Hell
When I got to my building after work yesterday I had nothing in my box but junk mail which went immediately into the trash. When I went inside, the elevator wouldn't work. As I climbed the stairs to the third floor I realised all the lights in the halls were out. When I got into my apartment I tried the hot water. There was none.
I saw the link between the lights and the hot water because this same thing - I don't think I wrote about it here - happened a couple weeks ago. That time it lasted two days.
I picked up the phone to call the landlord and I had a message. I listened to the message. It was another of those goddamned automated messages about "an important business matter." I've been getting these for months. The message doesn't give the name of the company involved, only a phone number. I've already reported it as a violation of the Federal Do Not Call Registry, and they're still calling.
I lost it. I star-69'd it.
It turned out to be a collection agency. They'd contacted me over a credit card debt which the original holder (Nationsbank) wouldn't respond to my inquires about setting up repayment in 2000. It was supposed to have dropped off my credit history last month. I didn't think they'd pursue it anymore after that.
The guy I spoke to got all hoity about how I owed them money. I told him I was sick of getting these messages, and he said, "Oh yeah? Well, you're gonna get this message tomorrow, and the next day, and the next!" I really wish now I had said, "Okay, there, Howard Dean." I started in on how the message they left misrepresented his company and he hung up on me.
Then I called my landlord, and the message I left him wasn't anywhere near as nasty as what I felt like leaving.
I reported the collection agency to the Do Not Call Registry again this morning.