Archive for the 'Repo woman' Category
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Living down appearances
Once, while waiting outside the office building where I worked in New York, I was mistaken for a hooker. Or possibly a drug dealer. I’m not sure which.
All I know is that I was waiting for Kyle - who had rented a car on the other side of town - to come pick me up […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 26th, 2006 tagged Daring you to disagree, Repo woman, The city that never sleeps, Who me? | 22 Comments »
Too much Aunt Alexandra, not enough Scout and Jem
Somewhere, I had received the impression that Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was.
“That makes the Ewells fine folks, then,” said […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 22nd, 2006 tagged Daring you to disagree, Home on the range, Repo woman, The king of beers, Who me? | 29 Comments »
Collecting my thoughts
Yesterday was my last day as a collector. Ever.
Although I don’t wish to repeat the experience (and will do whatever I can to avoid it), it wasn’t all bad. I learned a lot.
Most people really do pay their bills on time. They really do care about taking care of their obligations.
Some people do not pay […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on March 11th, 2006 tagged Home on the range, Repo woman, Who me? | 14 Comments »
Happy birthday to me!
I submitted my resignation letter this morning.
Details to follow.
Updated: I’m not purposely being obtuse or creating false suspense. I’m just stuck in a cubicle, being called a bitch by people who don’t pay their bills. I shall return to the real world this evening.
Thanks for all the good wishes!
Published by mothergoosemouse on February 27th, 2006 tagged Repo woman | 26 Comments »
Anecdotal evidence…
…supporting my assertion that the people I talk to are out of their minds:
- Customer’s voice mail greeting - “And if you are a bill collector, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.”
- Customer’s occupation is “Youth Leader”. Manager’s notes on the account state “Customer uses foul and inappropriate language.” Guess he learned it […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on February 8th, 2006 tagged Repo woman | 12 Comments »
Make ‘em sorry they asked
I knew one aspect of this job that would really suck rocks would be the micromanagement.
To her credit, my supervisor is quite reasonable. She only micromanages me to the extent that she must do so in order to comply with the directives she receives from her manager. And she explains that frankly, she really doesn’t […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 27th, 2006 tagged Repo woman, Who me? | 13 Comments »
Soul sucking
I knew that I would not enjoy this job. I didn’t take it because I thought I would enjoy it. But I didn’t think it would suck the life force out of me.
I know that our customers have “impaired credit”. That’s why they have loans with us. Some of them are in situations that were […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 17th, 2006 tagged Repo woman, Who me? | 23 Comments »
In the manner to which we are accustomed
Kyle gave notice at work on Friday.
He had been playing phone tag with the hiring manager since before the holidays. After finally securing an interview, which obviously went well, he received a rather puzzling e-mail. Mostly positive - as in “let’s move forward” - but puzzling in that the hiring manager wanted to meet me […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 15th, 2006 tagged Repo woman, The king of beers, Who me? | 27 Comments »
Oxymoronic
Customer’s voice mail greeting: “Jesus is Lord. May the Lord bless you and keep you. With Jesus, all things are possible.”
Manager’s notes on customer’s account: “This customer uses mass amounts of profanity.”
I guess all things are possible except for making your car payment without calling me a motherfucker.
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 8th, 2006 tagged Repo woman | 13 Comments »
Say what?
I called a customer’s place of employment. The woman who answered the phone informed me that: “He’s a second shift employee.”
However, said with a midwestern drawl like hers, it sounded a lot like she said, “He’s a sack o’ shit employee.” And sadly, I would not have been surprised.