I woke up on Sunday morning with an objective: to pay all those damn bills that have accumulated on my desk/dvd player/dining room table. I sent my daughter to collect all the bills. Oh, can't forget the ones in the bathroom. How would she know which mail would be bills? Cause they all unopened. Hell I need to open em fo'?
I check my bank balance which, thankfully, was looking heathly for the moment. I divided the bills into three stacks: Past Due, Pay Half, and Pay Later. Those Past Due ones get right pesky with people calling the house and whatnot. On Sunday no less. Even He rests on the seventh day, why can't these collectors honor that? The Pay Half are on the verge of being Past Due, but the creditor don't care too much long as they get something. Aren't they just gracious? Pay Later is just that: paying later. Like, buying food is more important than paying these people. I'm sure they'll understand.
Now what I'm not understanding is why these folks aint takin the money I done sent them? All of this was paid online so there's no waiting for the mail. There's no thinking I done sent a fake check. What gives? I've been harrassed for who knows how long to send a payment; I send it, they don't take it. There's something wrong with this process.
After this tedious process was laid to rest, I trollop over to the grocery sto' to fill my house with
Ya'll won't believe what I did yesterday. The Ex decides he wants to give me a call at work.
Me: Good Afternoon [instert business name here], How may I help you?
How many times do I have to ignore his messages for him to get the notion that it's quite possible I have no interest in him. I don't go out of my way to speak to him and I damn sure don't want him in my house. Niggas I tell ya. They never learn.
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