When in doubt, go ahead and hit them with the bat.

Like most of us here, I am an over extended thirty something.  Part of my over-exertion is my need to continue to participate in competitive sports that I am far too old and far too angry to be playing.  Recently I started a new job, working my ass off to get “where I want to be”.   The new job is a wonderful move for me and for my future.  However, part of that new wonderful job, is working real hours, you know, 8 to 6 without a lunch break.  Today, after working those real hours, I was needed for a sporting event.  We will call this sporting event, softball.  I am a fairly important player on a co-ed team.   This “team” includes my husband, sister-in-law (SIL) and SIL’s husband, among other friends.  For the most part, the entire team includes a bunch of jackasses reliving a college /high school dream that didn’t come true.

At one point tonight, I said I wanted to celebrate our losses with a cupcake everyday for the next week.  My SIL, who was a good friend, before she became my sister-in-law, commented that cupcakes are a lot of calories that I shouldn’t be eating, because I really couldn’t afford to get any larger.  For reference, I am 5’7″ and 145 pounds.   She is probably 5-10 lighter.  It was a shitty snide comment that was inappropriate on so many levels.  And really truly pisses me off.

Shortly after this lovely interaction with my dear friend, her husband decided to teach another player how to “shot gun” a beer.  As you might assume, my first reaction was WTF who doesn’t know how to shot gun a beer?  But anyway, as I  was trying to clean up and pack up bats, balls and mitts, these two lovely gentlemen were attempting to shot gun their beers and kept sloshing beer on me.   When I asked them to move, it was more shitty comments about how I knew what they were doing and I could have moved before they started.

I should have just hit them with the bat. . . all of them, every single one.

Debt sucks

Debt collection is a frustrating endeavor. Whether you work in the business of collecting debts, or you are a person who is believed to owe money, frustration abounds. Heaven help those of us who actually owe money and hit hard patches that make repayment difficult.

In this post I’ll talk about the debtor perspective. Full confession, I’m not perfect and I’ve overextended myself. With the help of a consumer credit counseling agency things are getting back on the right track and the creditors are getting paid because I want to honor my obligations. Maybe if healthcare were more affordable in this country (and education), I wouldn’t find myself in this boat because I wouldn’t have delayed paying off credit cards in favor of medical bills, but that’s another post for another time.

In spite of my admitted lack of perfection, in my 10+ years of being a debt-carrying credit card user, I’ve never missed a payment and only been late three or four times (and not even by a full 30 days). But last month, the payment on one credit card was underpaid by $6 due to an ongoing miscommunication between the agency and the creditor. Because I’m on a plan, I no longer submit payments directly to the creditors, even in the face of such errors. Since July 28, when I received the email from the creditor alerting me to the underpayment, I have received 23 phone calls to try to collect that money ($6). The agency has called the creditor and worked out a solution to this situation and the money will be in their hands on Friday, but the calls keep coming.

23 phone calls for one $6 shortage on one account.

I can’t even imagine how much the stress level would increase if you multiplied that 23 phone calls by all the accounts I have. Some people reading this may be thinking, “that’s what you get for {being overextended} {being a lazy bum} {being sloppy}.” I’m just a microcosm of our society though. And generally speaking, I’m one of the lucky ones. I went and got those degrees that are part of the “pathway to prosperity.” I’ve got decent jobs that pay well (could be better but it could be worse too).

I heard an interesting story on the radio today about the recently publicized statistic that nearly 40% of credit users have debts on collections. According to the program’s speakers, companies buy overdue accounts for pennies on the dollar in exchange for the right to collect the debt. However, the original creditor makes NO guarantee that the information they are providing is accurate. Thus, collectors are calling people claiming they owe money. Many do, but many don’t because it’s already been paid, disputed, or discharged in bankruptcy. Good people are paying money they don’t owe because they are sick of getting 23 phone calls in a week. Good people are paying because they can’t figure out how to solve the problem. Good people are paying because they can’t afford a lawyer who might be able to figure out how to clear up the errors.

Hello from Tisiphone

Tisiphone from Greek mythology was one of the Furies.  She was the one who punished crimes of murder; parricide, fratricide and homicide.  Parricide — the act of killing one’s parents.  Fratricide — the act of killing one’s brother.  Also, along the lines of killing one’s parents. . . patricide is the killing of one’s father and matricide is the killing of one’s mother.

When I picked this pseudonym, I didn’t really know what Tisiphone meant.  Thank God for Wikipedia.  Oddly, the pseudonym very uniquely fits me and my beliefs.  Looking forward to sharing my rantings  with the world.

Cheers,
~T~