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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I love and hate my home phone number

When I moved from Old Pueblo apartment 1 to super cute Old Pueblo guest house, the phone company screwed up. I requested that my number be transferred. They didn't do it. I didn't have a phone for a week. When I finally got it all straightened out Phone Company said to me that they couldn't give me my (old) number, but in consolation they would give me a really easy number. Deal.

6 years and a new apartment later, I have come to loathe this number. My oldest brother loves it and pleads for me not it give it up. My number including area code is a series of 4 numbers. 10 digits, 4 numbers.

But what that means is a lot of people can make my number up. I'm sure I gave this same number to suckas at the clubs. At least once a week I get a call from a creditor, or a hook-up or a lawyer looking for Mr or Mrs Not Me at MY number.

I have become proactive with not my creditors. I call them back, tell them the number is not listed for who they are looking for and please PLEASE take me off their list. Sometimes this is easy, sometimes, like yesterday's fiasco, results in the creditor assuming that I am harboring Josh. I don't know a Josh. The last Josh I knew was in high school. However, the creditors don't believe me when I saw "there is no one by that name at this number". They ask me for his number, then I explain that there was never anyone by that name at this number and I don't know him. Then they like to see if perhaps I have a forwarding address. This is when I get pissed. So an open letter to credit agencies:

Dear Creditor:

I know your job isn't the easiest. You have lots of people who owe you money and I understand you want your money back. I also understand that 9 times out of 10 you reach me by deception. The person you need to contact has deceived you and gave you my number. However, this does not make me a bad person. I am just a person burdened by an easy phone number. Call the phone company, they'll tell you who the phone belongs too. Call my apartment office, they'll tell you its only me and Fi in the apartment. No Josh, No Pookey (yup, I got a Pookey call the other night) No Felicia. I am not deceiving you. I just want piece and quit in my home.

Also, if it isn't too much to ask could you work with Jeremy from West Agencies Creditors to enunciate? Thank you.


Jennifer said...

LOL, wow, that totally sucks, but I have to laugh at your situation. Maybe when you get married, you can change the number for a fresh start! Or, maybe you will end up with some drug lord's old number and get crackheads calling you at 3 in the morning. Your call.


Kellirdan said...

I work for a phone company in Wisconsin and I know that here, under those circumstances, we would offer you a new number if you called to make a complaint. Have you tried this? It helps if you are specific about the number of misdials you rack up in a week. Vague statements often get maybes rather than yes sir/ma'm.

tina said...

Hey, jennifer. Leave me a comment on my blog with your e-mail address or send an e-mail to itheeobsess@gmail.com and I'll send an invite for Gilt Groupe.http://www.blogger.com/logout.g?d=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fcomment.g%3FblogID%3D2710797062125511750%26postID%3D5186603737638413352%26page%3D1
Use a different account

I read this post to everyone at work yesterday. I can't believe that you actually call people back. I'm lazy. Thank God it's not a cell phone.

Jenna said...