Alright, so I’ve never started my own thread here before. But I just wanted to say.
GAH!
Gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah!
Yes, I know my credit rating has some blotches on it. I defaulted on a student loan inadvertantly because they sent the notices to my student address in St. Louis rather than my home address in Indiana; and my fuckwad family never told me.
My former roommate stole the rent money for pot 3 months running, and we got evicted.
My chequebook was stolen and the asshole wrote some very, very, very bad cheques. You have him on videotape trying to access my account.
Then I was driving without insurance (thanks, asshole roommate, for not only stealing my money but also losing your job and making me choose between which bills I should pay - ironically, I chose ‘rent’ - and which I shouldn’t. Jerk.) and someone hit my car.
But you know what?
Every single time one of these creditor fucks has called me, I’ve paid them. Every time. Even the ones about the bad cheques, for whom I provided a police report. Yes. I paid the twats. I paid them because they claimed that the cheque the fucking asshole thief wrote was “not in the book of cheques that were stolen.” Yes, somehow, cheque number 150, by their logic, was not in the first book of cheques. “It goes from 101 to 149”, they say. “150 - 200 are in the second book.” Odd, that, how the first book you get has 49 cheques and the second has 51 - what the fuck kind of reality do they live in?!? But no, they’d rather lie to me and force me to pay them (under threat of “the surgical removal of funds from my wages” and “R-9ing your credit” or something like that) rather than admit that they might - just maybe - have been wrong. Fuckwads.
I paid the $2300 worth of damage my 1988 Ford Escort Pony somehow did to that 1965 Buick Skylark tank of yours that you rammed into it! (But oddly enough, my car, you know, the tin can on wheels, suffered from only a broken headlight thingy. Grr.)
Three weeks after the student loan guys finally put two and two together to make four and called me at my actual residence, I paid them off. Three weeks. Three. It was a simple fucking misunderstanding and I rectified it as quickly as I could because I feel damn guilty about having outstanding bills!
I have a car loan. For $5432.10. You gave me that, sure, at 20% interest, but still, you gave me that. It was a 30-month loan and I have paid off every god-damned payment but two of them, and it’s only been 15 months since I bought the car.
But they won’t give me a fucking cheque card.
No, apparently, it’s not the point that you have to have the money in your account before you can use the card, or that it works just like any of the 20 chequebooks you’ve already sent me. It’s not the point that I pay my bills when they come up, and have done so for three fucking years. But I can’t have a cheque card because “my credit rating isn’t good enough”?! Not good enough? Good enough for over $5000, but not good enough to access my fucking cheque account with a card? Not good enough to stamp “VISA” on? Fuck you!
Have I not jumped through hoops to clear my fucking credit report? I’ve paid things I legally shouldn’t have had to, I throw money at you assholes right and left, I have had my job for over two years now and I’m quite secure in it, the USPS doesn’t just go bankrupt no matter how financially bad their situation is. You fucking owe me that cheque card.
In short, you creditor asshole fuckwads can suck my used tampon.
Jerks.
GAH!