Monday, October 27, 2008

"A Million Here, A Million There"


Photo © Tristan Savatier - www.loupiote.com - Used by Permission.


About 2 years ago, I started getting calls/letters from Debt collection companies. I'm sure it sucks if you actually owe them money, but what sucks even more is when you don't owe them money, and then you find out you have Identity Theft.

I haven't had any more incidents until August. Protocol, is to go to the police, have them write down information for umm, 30 seconds! then send that report to the debt collector. In August, I had to beg the police to write a report. He finally did, but it was more of an issue about juridiction.

This month, its a matter of pure laziness. Here's where my Awkward moment #:8377 begins.
Its pouring down rain on Friday afternoon. I walk up to the desk, wearing a bright yellow sweater, with a matching headband. ( I tried to look cheery, so I might get cheery in return...didnt work). Good Afternoon, I say, with a smile. The women stares back. I recongize her from church, so I expect her to be nice you know like Jesus.

Good Afternoon, I say again, as she takes another chop stick full of take out chinese food and stuffs it to the back of her mouth, all while not taking her eyes off the television.

Coughs* Politely clearing my throat.
Me: Excuse me, Uh, I know your busy... But I need to file a report for ID theft...and I know you have more important things to do- she takes another big large chunk of Moo Sho Pork and stuffs it into her mouth, still watching the tv, and eating, she grabs a big packet and mutters with food in her mouth, no filing for id theft, take this.
I look at it, its documents from the FTC (goverment), which I already have filled out in my hands.
Me: Uh, mam, I already have that. And-
Cop: Then what are you doing here?
Me: I need to file a Police report.
Cop: (In an incredibly rude tone, that my mother wouldn't even dare try with me) We arent filing reports for ID theft anymore. File a report with the FTC.
Me: (timid as usual) uh, It says specifically in this document that I have to file a police report to get everything off my report...and uh, I'm trying to buy a house, and this is the 4th time, I've had ID theft... Please?
Cop: No. If you knew how to read, you'd see that you just have to file with the ftc. Look at page 4.
Me: Quickly looks at page 4. I tell her that the procedures, has 4 directions, number 3 is file a police report, number 4 is file with the ftc. And that if she could read, she would see that those are not options, but directions, as in follow all, and in order.
Cop: Yelling at me, she says that they are too busy to file reports and do the "Collection Agencys" job. And that she will not file a report.
Me: (I decide that I am fed up.) I pointed out that it takes 30 seconds of writing on her part. I came there in the dousling rain, and didn't ask for her to drive to me (which I could have done). Also, that she isn't fighting crime, but instead showing off her stunning chop-stick usuage skills (you'd think she'd be thin, eating with chop-sticks because it takes so long to eat, but no... shes a porker) But most importantly... It is my right as an American to file a report.
Cop: This is coming from my sargent, that we are no longer taking ID reports, there is no point, we don't prosecute them or search for them.
Me: Exactly, while your getting fat on Chinese food, there is someone out there, charging thousands of dollars in bills in my name, because they can... And DO YOU KNOW WHY?
Cop: silence
Me: Because you don't investigate them! So its YOUR fault. So do part of your job either the part that stops these criminals from doing it in the first place, or file the flippin' report! Now put down the chopstick and write my report.
Cop: Picks up the phone: Calls in my report.. Hi, I've got some little tart here trying to file a ID theft report. I know, I know I told her. But she thinks she's better than everyone else, and that I have to file the report. But she's not. And I don't have to. But I'm being nice, and filing it for her...yada yada yada.
Cop: Files report, it will be available next week. Unless, it gets lost.
Me: Oh, one more question...(Perry Mason style) So, let me get this straight, you said don't investigate ID theft because it's there's just too much of it right?
Cop: yes.
Me: Tell your Sarg, I really hope he doesn't get that attitude for all the crack heads, rape and murder going on in this town, cause just imagine when the cops are "too busy" eating lunch to investigate those kinds of crimes. You won't have a town to buy your chinese food from after you've run everyone out. You know.. cause we don't wanna get raped.

* This story is much funnier told in person, since much of the awkwardness is seen in the snotty looks and long uncomfortable pauses.

I have an idea my police report will be reported as "lost" when I go on Friday.

Friday, October 10, 2008

I can't imagine...


Since the stock market might crash, yes thats right, Ann Curry said we could quite possibly go into a "Depression" (thats scary) I decided to post a story from when I was working at a national department Store we'll call "K".

Lady: Hands me her credit card.
Me: Swipe it. (purchase was $300 of bras/underwear.)
Me: I'm sorry Mame, Its been declined. (1st card)
Lady: try this one.
Me: I'm sorry Mame, Its been declined. (2nd Card)
Lady: try this one.
Me: Alright, looks like we have a winner!
Lady: Leans over and whispers, "I didnt marry and old ugly fart for the company...It was for this!"(She fans her self with her 3rd credit card and winks at me)
Lady: You should try it! Its not that bad....

Friday, October 3, 2008

Faced



Yesterday, at Target, in Carmel I was doing some shopping for my boss, and all of a sudden this woman interrupts my train of thought:

Blonde lady: Where did you get your jeans? I love them!
Me: Tearing my eyes away from the new book I bought, I turn to say, "American Eagle".
In the middle of me saying this,
Blonde lady: *shouts* Oh my God!
Me: Looks around waiting for a ninja to jump out at me.
Blonde Lady: Oh my God, you could be a model!
Me: Uh, (silence).... A model for Lane Bryant?! I'm still to fat for that!.. (cause there usually size 8.)
Blonde Lady: No, I mean a FACE MODEL! *yelling*
Me: uh, *dumbfounded*
Blonde lady: Here let me give you my card, and give me your number I'm calling you tomorrow.

Me: Before I knew it I had given her my number, and frantically ran out of the store and bought I book that I didnt even want, all because I wanted to get away from her!

Who knew, a 20 something girl with big teeth, tiny nose, chubby cheeks when she smiles, and oh, as Nathan pointed out at lunch today, I couldnt be a face/makeup model because of all my freckles, could potentially be a face model.... I think she just wanted to compliment me so maybe I'd buy some of her makeup.

*It is now 6pm and I never recieved a phone call from the "Face model" person.

Photo by: Photo Jo Jo

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Whose Skin are You In?

I know that most people don't care about this stuff, but it is very important to me. But I don't think you can watch this video and honestly believe killing animals for fur is alright. Please watch it and comment on what you think. I won't be offended!



*I am a Peta supporter, though not a crazy one who believes that Ben & Jerry's should use Mothers breast milk, instead of Cows milk. I don't believe that milking cows is harmful. I could be wrong but I think we have more to worry about. Like taking skin off seals

Say something to your grandmother!


About 2 weeks after my Grandma Sizelove died, my this awkward moment took place:

My mother and I sitting on the couch:

Mom: looks at the bookcase where my grandmother's ashes are in a box (thats right a box, & even better we forgot to order an urn from the funeral home, so @ mass she was in a box.)
Mom: I've never felt so close to my mom in my whole life.
I sit here and talk to her everyday. I tell her everything.
Say something to your grandmother, Lisa.
Me: Uh, mom, I think thats kinda wierd.
Mom: SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER! (yelling)
Lisa: Thanks for dying when I was unemployed, so I didnt need to take off work?!
Mom: Screams, Oh your horrible! HORRIBLE!