Posted by lifeinpawprints
In response to: The Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Good Fences
In two hours, I will be relocating again. Not far this time, but also not into the best area. Today brings another “adventure” of clearing out my car, loading it up, moving belongings, unloading it, trying to organize my life – again. And the cats… my God the cats hate moving. There is a dog and two other cats in the new place. Mine will be kept in my room for the time being as introductions to other animals are usually long and painful. My big boy, he growls like a dog at anything he senses but can’t see.
Today brings a world without Internet for at least four days, as they can’t come out to connect it until Tuesday night and even then, with everything the house is going through, there might be issues in finding or installing lines and outlets. I will be connecting minimally through the 4G on my phone and likely transcribing blog posts on the tiny virtual keyboard. Tonight brings another night of trying to fall asleep in a new place, around new people. It’s sort of like a one-building commune type living situation. The lady I’m moving in with is nice and she’s gone all out to make a comfortable space for me. Two others live there, her son and another man. I’m not terribly comfortable around men, but she’s given me the only bedroom with a door and a lock on it. The rest of the rooms – including the bathroom – as yet only have parted together drywall and blankets up for walls and doors. The house is in a perpetual state of remodel, as it used to be a two-bedroom and has been gutted to be reconfigured into a four-bedroom. Rooms are now TINY. However with all the loss that my life has seen over the past 14 months (actually over the past decade), my belongings have been reduced to only what I can fit in my car – and most not by choice. Goodbye three bedroom house that Hurricane Frances took years ago – hello continued poverty.
This weekend also brings trying to get used to a new neighborhood, new people, new surroundings. It doesn’t give the appearance of a neighborhood I’d want to walk around in alone. It’s… older. It’s pretty run down. It’s also surrounded by three major colleges, two within walking distance. It reminds me of the projects in which I landed after my divorce in 2005. Here, like there, I will have to make friends fast if I’m going to survive. When I was in the projects in Fort Pierce, I immediately took to an elderly lady next door who everyone just called “Granny.” Granny had been in that little house most of her 80+ years. Everyone knew her and no one messed with her. She looked after me the three years I stayed there and even after moving into a better place, my daughter and I still went back to visit her often. She would always marvel at how big my daughter had gotten since the last time she saw her, even if it had only been a month between visits. Granny was the best neighbor I have ever had. I’m praying that my surroundings, while rough on first glance, will prove friendly enough that I don’t have to worry about the safety of myself or my belongings.
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Posted by lifeinpawprints
Prior to writing this post, I had already chastised myself knowing I would end up using at least once the most over-used phrase of the past few years: “In this economy…” It simply has to be said because the situation has affected nearly everyone in every social class in America. I did however resign myself to only using it once to spare the reader the groans and eye-rolling the phrase garners from even me. You see, I too am a debt collector.
Unfortunately, just because I work in the field does not mean I am immune to the phone calls day and night, often far in excess of the number of calls allowed by the FDCPA for consumer collections. As a commercial debt collector, I too have been hit hard by the fallout of failing businesses across the country, layoffs, bankruptcies – these all affect my net income. Most commercial debt collectors do their work on a commission basis. When a debtor doesn’t get paid by their customers, a client doesn’t get paid, therefore the collector can’t get paid. This puts the collector in a situation of less money coming in which of course means less money available to go out to their own bills. These economic failings we have been enduring for the past several years have had a ripple effect all the way out to the edges of the American picture.
This brings me to the heart of this post: What I want to tell every bill collector out there who continues to ring my phone from 8:00 in the morning until 9:00 at night sometimes with only minutes between phone calls. First realize that no, I am not going to answer your call. Calling me from a number that identifies you as one of my creditors or a collector only to turn around, block your number and redial me as an unidentified caller does not work. I still know who you are and what you want. The simple fact of the matter is the more you call, the less likely you are to get even a call back from me. I don’t want to talk to someone who just keeps harassing me. Your bill will be paid using any means that does not require I speak to your under-educated and typically rude representative and it will get paid as soon as I have the money to do so. I know who I owe and I know what I owe. I know when the bill was due. Your repeated phone calls (as well as texts, e-mails and form letters) will NOT make my paycheck get into my bank any faster. You’ve heard it before, you’ll hear again: You’ll get paid when I get paid.
How bad are the calls? Out of approximately 30 calls a day, one or two may be personal. Those personal calls often get missed because your collection departments call so many times a day that I am pushed to the point of having to turn off my phone. If I leave it on, the battery is dead inside of two hours due to the sheer volume of phone calls from collectors.
Collectors: Do you think I want to be in this situation? Do you think I am simply not paying you because I don’t want to? Or can you for just a moment stop and ask yourselves what might be going on that is causing this situation? I am a single mother with no support system who has taken a 35% pay cut this year, down from an income that I was just barely scraping by on last year. I have had to make major sacrifices just to keep a roof. It is hard for me right now. Much more so than you ever cared to ask. When it comes down to putting gas in the car to get to work and being able to feed my child today, those needs are going to come well before your medical billings from 2009 when I broke my leg. That certainly was not something I planned to do or asked for. When the water bill gets raised from $16 a month to $45 a month for the same usage without any warning or reason, it’s going to take someone on a very limited income a bit longer to find a way to pay it.
The auto lender that is also a part of the problem will start calling the day before the payment is due then continue relentlessly even after it has been paid, likely due to one of their databases not being updated with another. Regardless, you of all people DO get paid every month. It may not always be on time, but you get your money. Don’t start calling me until I am 30 days past due. By then I would expect you to start to worry. Just back off a bit. Please. Believe me when I say that my car is my lifeline. If there is a problem that will put my payment past 30 days, I will call you and ask for an extension or other help. Your hounding me does not help either of us – and that goes for all of you.
A couple years ago, I received a letter from a person I had been collecting from on my own job. I’d worked with him over a year and because I would work with him, he did end up paying off his debt in full. It just took a little longer than anyone would have liked it to, including the customer. In his letter, he mentioned a documentary he watched that portrayed bill collectors as people who stop at nothing to get the money in, going as far as to make threats on the debtors, corner them into making promises they could not keep then holding that against them, and pushing some people to the point of suicide with the unending demands that could not be met due to a wide variety of personal situations. His letter was full of accolades giving examples of how I had changed her perception of the “typical” debt collector, how appreciative he was of my willingness to work with him and not harass him while still working the account. Even slow progress is progress after all and more often than not working with a debtor will get an account paid more fully than would happen if they are beaten into just ignoring the calls.
Collectors: If you were on the other end of the phone, who would you be more likely to work with – the person who rings your phone at all hours 3, 5, 7 times a day and won’t work with you – or the person who lets you breathe long enough to find a way out of the predicament, the one who offers you solutions over threats, support over arrogance? Take some advice from these examples. Back off – just a bit.
Be a part of the solution – NOT the PROBLEM!