So. It’s early Saturday morning (well, early enough, anyway). I’m trying desperately to get the word count on my novel for NaNoWriMo up. The last thing I need is any sort of large distraction.
Then the phone rings. “Hi, is this look!ninjas? Ms. ninjas, this is Mr. X from Y Credit Card. I’m looking at your account right now, and you’ve got an outstanding balance of $217 on your account, and I just want to know why you’re messing your credit up for $217.”
Wait. What? I had that credit card, yeah. The classic freshman-year credit card mistake. But the thing is, when I graduated and got a job, the first thing I did was pay that damn piece of plastic off. For two years now, I’ve been walking around, secure in the knowledge that, though I’ve got massive student loans and a car in constant need of repair, the credit card from hell is all but erased from my record. Now I suddenly owe them $217?
I keep my cool. Okay, maybe I freak out a little… So I freak out a lot, but he explains that the credit agency that I wrote my checks to may not have charged interest, whatever, whatever. I don’t know. I just know that he’s really fucking insistent, and I did have a card with them, and… Maybe the interest didn’t get paid. I can’t find the paperwork first thing in the morning on a Saturday. Maybe he’s right. So I make arrangements to pay. I can’t really afford it, but it’ll be taken care of, at least, so I’ll suck it up. Bill taken care of, I hang up the phone and collapse.
Seconds later, it rings again. “Hello, Ms. ninjas? This is X from Y Credit Card…”
Guess what? They fucked up. The $217 I owed was paid two goddamn years ago!!! I never owed them shit! They called me and ruined my morning for no fucking reason! I didn’t tell him that on the phone, because of the sense of overwhelming relief at not owing the damn money, but shit! You can’t just fuck with people like that! Dammit!
But, it’s over now. I’ll get some more coffee, try and get some writing down, and catch my breath. Meanwhile, I’ll ignore the strange feeling that somewhere, some Mr. X at Y Credit Card company is laughing his head off.