It is also not MY name. At all. Really. It's perhaps a combination of my first and last name but not frickin REALLY. I understand- I really do. I have a weird-ass name. But again not frickin REALLY. There is someone famous with the same name people. Crazy, but famous. I know it shouldn't bother me but it does. Because I am who I am and what I am and damnit- my name is not Myra.
Tell that to John Doe. John is a client of ours. John is an idiot. He is one of those types that have the 'car salesman' ring to his voice. I hate that. It's an 'I'm the shit' kind of sound and it makes me want to spit on the person who is speaking with said inflection. Yes. Spit. I don't get people who call and act all badass. Last time I checked, which was right... now... you sir were filing bankruptcy because you did not have your ducks in a row. I say that because it generally is for that reason. You had too many credit cards that you went wild with, or you bought that new 2008 Mustang and then a new motorcycle and a boat, or you are just flat out stupid. Yes- we do have many clients who just had bad luck, if you will, or medical issues or something beyond their control. But the people who annoy me- they usually are not of the humble variety. The same variety that seems to have legitimate debt, if you will. Such is John Doe. John calls and asks for Myra. I say no, I'm MARIAH. He says 'Okay Myra...' and goes on about why he hasn't gotten his paperwork in yet. I don't give 2 rats' asses why you haven't gotten your paperwork in. That's not on us. You've paid in full. I. Couldn't. Care. Less. He then goes on to say he will call back to set an appointment with me. No sir, you will do no such thing. Nice try and nice fail, you will drop your crap off and I will call you. The end. He goes on about trying to get a credit report blah blah, I instruct him, oh, says he- I wasn't doing it THAT way... well that's why you're having a problem, Sherlock.
Ending conversation, thanks for calling (lie), 'Thanks for your assistance, Myra'. Are. You. Shitting. Me. You didn't listen to a damn word I said obviously. I find that rude and annoying. And I'm still not Myra. Such an ugly-ass name. UGH.
Tell that to John Doe. John is a client of ours. John is an idiot. He is one of those types that have the 'car salesman' ring to his voice. I hate that. It's an 'I'm the shit' kind of sound and it makes me want to spit on the person who is speaking with said inflection. Yes. Spit. I don't get people who call and act all badass. Last time I checked, which was right... now... you sir were filing bankruptcy because you did not have your ducks in a row. I say that because it generally is for that reason. You had too many credit cards that you went wild with, or you bought that new 2008 Mustang and then a new motorcycle and a boat, or you are just flat out stupid. Yes- we do have many clients who just had bad luck, if you will, or medical issues or something beyond their control. But the people who annoy me- they usually are not of the humble variety. The same variety that seems to have legitimate debt, if you will. Such is John Doe. John calls and asks for Myra. I say no, I'm MARIAH. He says 'Okay Myra...' and goes on about why he hasn't gotten his paperwork in yet. I don't give 2 rats' asses why you haven't gotten your paperwork in. That's not on us. You've paid in full. I. Couldn't. Care. Less. He then goes on to say he will call back to set an appointment with me. No sir, you will do no such thing. Nice try and nice fail, you will drop your crap off and I will call you. The end. He goes on about trying to get a credit report blah blah, I instruct him, oh, says he- I wasn't doing it THAT way... well that's why you're having a problem, Sherlock.
Ending conversation, thanks for calling (lie), 'Thanks for your assistance, Myra'. Are. You. Shitting. Me. You didn't listen to a damn word I said obviously. I find that rude and annoying. And I'm still not Myra. Such an ugly-ass name. UGH.
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