If I wasn’t pregnant, I would hate my life right now.
The same nasty bill collector called today. AGAIN. Sometimes, if I don’t answer my phone, they call 4 times in one hour. I decided to answer today, so they wouldn’t call anymore this week.(we can hope)
Last time, I got a fairly sympathetic bill collector lady.
This one……a bitch.
Sorry, I know she’s just doing her job, which is why I stayed on the phone as long as I did with her.
I mean, like my Granddaddy said, you can’t get blood out of a turnip!
How many time/ways can I explain that I am unemployed, about to deliver a baby and will not be paying you until at the earliest January of next year???
I hate the, can you borrow the money question.
And threatening me with “this will be charged off soon and go on your credit,” is really laughable. Like I told her, it’s the least of my worries right now. I’ve been there, done that and managed to still live my life. Before all of this, my credit was basically a beautiful thing.
But I hate not paying my bills. It goes against my nature. I’m anal about it. You should see my spread sheets. But I’ve decided to just write this one off, because really, what can I do? I might need my parents for something much more serious than a credit card bill come January if I can’t find a job.
Speaking of which, my ace in the hole job went away. She filled the position. DAMN IT! Even though I had heard through the grapevine that the place was falling apart, it was a JOB. A JOB!
Wading through the jobs on hot jobs, careerbuilders, and everywhere else I can find is not my idea of fun. There are jobs that I qualify for but I can’t work right now! Will these jobs still be there in a few weeks?? Will anyone really be hiring in December? It’s a no win situation.
And that is all I have to say today.