Just 'Cause I Can
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bookofmirrorsWow, look at all the posts I'm making! Too bad they're nothing of substance, but at least it's a start.
I find it interesting... I've noticed that, when I have trouble sleeping, I end up finding out that lots of other people I know also had trouble sleeping. Both
BlckwngdOrcl and I could NOT for the life of us sleep last night, and I think it was around 6am or later that we ended up asleep. And, already I read that 
That_Sakka_Girl had the same problem. Of course, 
IndigoSkyNet had the opposite problem, so maybe it isn't as far-reaching as I think. Just curious.
At noon, I forced myself out of bed, in the hope that getting up before I was ready would get me in bed at a reasonable hour tonight. The Beastie followed my lead, and now we're both up sitting at our computers, doing idle things. Somehow in all that, I ended up cleaning the kitchen, gathering the garbage, doing stuff for the cats, lighting some incense, making the bed, and doing a couple of very minor laundry things. Geez, what's up with that? I've been productive, and I've only been up for an hour and a half?
My original plan today was to get up early and go to the bookstore, but I figure it's too late to bother, since I doubt I'll be able to do the cover-to-cover thing in the allotted time.That_Sakka_Girl has offered her copies to borrow, which is way cool, so I'll have those.
Hmmmm.... I have to say, though, as I sit here and type this, the idea of doing the bookstore thing is more and more appealing.BlckwngdOrcl was going to stay home this time; he's looking forward to some alone time. I might... we'll see.
That_Sakka_Girl, if that happens, I'd be at the Edgewood Barnes and Noble, just past L5P. Which, of course, if you wanted to head out that way, would give you an excuse to wander there. :) If not, I can do something else.
Something of note (to me, anyway) happened while we were there yesterday. When we got there, there were two of the big squishy armchairs available to sit in, out of a set of 4 set around the edges of a small table. The two available were across from each other, so basically, we sat in them, biding our time for two next to each other. We didn't have to wait too long, so I switched seats, and pulled it close toBlckwngdOrcl so we could occassionally play footsie as we read. Anyway, when I moved, I noticed that one of the arm covers was on the floor, and went to put it back on, and there was a cell phone underneath it. I assumed it belonged to the chick who was just sitting there, and I remembered what she was wearing, and went looking to see if she was still in the store. I found her in the cafe', but she said the phone wasn't hers. So, I stepped outside and scrolled through the numbers, hoping there would be one that would be obviously a good number to call. I found a listing for "Dad", and gave it a call. An older man answered, and I explained that I'd found a phone at the bookstore, and it apparently belonged to his kid, blahblahblah, and I was leaving it at the front desk to be picked up. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, very sincerely, "Thank you for being so honest."
I was a little surprised by this. I mean, it never really occurred to me to do anything other than try to find the owner of the phone, and it didn't even cross my mind that there was another option. Looking back, I know of two people close to me, off the top of my head, that lost their phones and never got them back, had to report them stolen, and all that, but at that moment, when I was focused on getting the phone back to its rightful owner, none of that was in my head.
The strange thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. When I moved here, I liquidated my retirement from the state, and I used it to pay off some old debts. Some were VERY old, but I had saved them, just knowing that, when I could, I would pay them off. (I have a new stack of just such debts now... *sigh*) Anyway, I remember going into some eye doctor's place (I think it was at a Sears), and bringing a copy of the original bill, and the money to pay it off. Of course, they had to search a while to find their copy, and get it credited off, since it was several years old, but it finally got all taken care of. As I left, the lady handling the transaction said, with a tone of awe in her voice, "You're so honest."
Another thing I paid off was some furniture. I had actually been taken to court for this, just a couple of weeks before I moved. I agreed in the courtroom that I did, in fact, owe the money, and that, yes, I intended to pay it, but I didn't have the money just then; however, as luck would have it, I was getting a sizable check from my retirement liquidation, and I would pay the amount in full when I got it, in a few weeks. Which is exactly what I did. The payment and the reminder crossed in the mail, apparently, so when I got the reminder, I called the office immediately, to let them know that they should have the check any day now. I actually got to speak to the lawyer who was in the courtroom, who said that, actually, the check had arrived the day after they sent out their letter, and that I had surprised him. He said I had "restored [his] faith in humanity". I mean, he literally said those exact words, and he sounded very sincere.
It's all just very weird to me. I'm sure I frustrate the hell out of debtors. I absolutely refuse to negotiate with them. I assure them that I know about the debt, I don't dispute it, and that yes, they'll get paid, but it might take a while, and no, I'm not interested in working out some sort of plan, and not-no-but-hell-no, I'm not interested in taking a deal and paying less than I owe. You'll get the entire amount I'm responsible for, because I'm responsible for all of it, no ifs ands or buts. But you're not getting it until I can pay all of it, and you'll just have to wait. There have been very few exceptions to this. And damned if I'm going to pay those fucking people who buy the debts from the companies - I'll walk my ass into the company office and pay them directly, period. I have really strong feelings about this. It's just that they rarely mesh with how credit companies think they should be paid. (Of course, there's some merit to what they say - clearly, I didn't pay them in a timely manner as originally promised, and I'm perfectly willing to cover those costs, which they actually rarely ask for, anyway.)
Anyway, /rant. I'm gonna see how inspired I feel about hanging out at the bookstore all day. :)
I find it interesting... I've noticed that, when I have trouble sleeping, I end up finding out that lots of other people I know also had trouble sleeping. Both
BlckwngdOrcl and I could NOT for the life of us sleep last night, and I think it was around 6am or later that we ended up asleep. And, already I read that That_Sakka_Girl had the same problem. Of course, IndigoSkyNet had the opposite problem, so maybe it isn't as far-reaching as I think. Just curious.At noon, I forced myself out of bed, in the hope that getting up before I was ready would get me in bed at a reasonable hour tonight. The Beastie followed my lead, and now we're both up sitting at our computers, doing idle things. Somehow in all that, I ended up cleaning the kitchen, gathering the garbage, doing stuff for the cats, lighting some incense, making the bed, and doing a couple of very minor laundry things. Geez, what's up with that? I've been productive, and I've only been up for an hour and a half?
My original plan today was to get up early and go to the bookstore, but I figure it's too late to bother, since I doubt I'll be able to do the cover-to-cover thing in the allotted time.
That_Sakka_Girl has offered her copies to borrow, which is way cool, so I'll have those.Hmmmm.... I have to say, though, as I sit here and type this, the idea of doing the bookstore thing is more and more appealing.
BlckwngdOrcl was going to stay home this time; he's looking forward to some alone time. I might... we'll see.That_Sakka_Girl, if that happens, I'd be at the Edgewood Barnes and Noble, just past L5P. Which, of course, if you wanted to head out that way, would give you an excuse to wander there. :) If not, I can do something else.Something of note (to me, anyway) happened while we were there yesterday. When we got there, there were two of the big squishy armchairs available to sit in, out of a set of 4 set around the edges of a small table. The two available were across from each other, so basically, we sat in them, biding our time for two next to each other. We didn't have to wait too long, so I switched seats, and pulled it close to
BlckwngdOrcl so we could occassionally play footsie as we read. Anyway, when I moved, I noticed that one of the arm covers was on the floor, and went to put it back on, and there was a cell phone underneath it. I assumed it belonged to the chick who was just sitting there, and I remembered what she was wearing, and went looking to see if she was still in the store. I found her in the cafe', but she said the phone wasn't hers. So, I stepped outside and scrolled through the numbers, hoping there would be one that would be obviously a good number to call. I found a listing for "Dad", and gave it a call. An older man answered, and I explained that I'd found a phone at the bookstore, and it apparently belonged to his kid, blahblahblah, and I was leaving it at the front desk to be picked up. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, very sincerely, "Thank you for being so honest."I was a little surprised by this. I mean, it never really occurred to me to do anything other than try to find the owner of the phone, and it didn't even cross my mind that there was another option. Looking back, I know of two people close to me, off the top of my head, that lost their phones and never got them back, had to report them stolen, and all that, but at that moment, when I was focused on getting the phone back to its rightful owner, none of that was in my head.
The strange thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. When I moved here, I liquidated my retirement from the state, and I used it to pay off some old debts. Some were VERY old, but I had saved them, just knowing that, when I could, I would pay them off. (I have a new stack of just such debts now... *sigh*) Anyway, I remember going into some eye doctor's place (I think it was at a Sears), and bringing a copy of the original bill, and the money to pay it off. Of course, they had to search a while to find their copy, and get it credited off, since it was several years old, but it finally got all taken care of. As I left, the lady handling the transaction said, with a tone of awe in her voice, "You're so honest."
Another thing I paid off was some furniture. I had actually been taken to court for this, just a couple of weeks before I moved. I agreed in the courtroom that I did, in fact, owe the money, and that, yes, I intended to pay it, but I didn't have the money just then; however, as luck would have it, I was getting a sizable check from my retirement liquidation, and I would pay the amount in full when I got it, in a few weeks. Which is exactly what I did. The payment and the reminder crossed in the mail, apparently, so when I got the reminder, I called the office immediately, to let them know that they should have the check any day now. I actually got to speak to the lawyer who was in the courtroom, who said that, actually, the check had arrived the day after they sent out their letter, and that I had surprised him. He said I had "restored [his] faith in humanity". I mean, he literally said those exact words, and he sounded very sincere.
It's all just very weird to me. I'm sure I frustrate the hell out of debtors. I absolutely refuse to negotiate with them. I assure them that I know about the debt, I don't dispute it, and that yes, they'll get paid, but it might take a while, and no, I'm not interested in working out some sort of plan, and not-no-but-hell-no, I'm not interested in taking a deal and paying less than I owe. You'll get the entire amount I'm responsible for, because I'm responsible for all of it, no ifs ands or buts. But you're not getting it until I can pay all of it, and you'll just have to wait. There have been very few exceptions to this. And damned if I'm going to pay those fucking people who buy the debts from the companies - I'll walk my ass into the company office and pay them directly, period. I have really strong feelings about this. It's just that they rarely mesh with how credit companies think they should be paid. (Of course, there's some merit to what they say - clearly, I didn't pay them in a timely manner as originally promised, and I'm perfectly willing to cover those costs, which they actually rarely ask for, anyway.)
Anyway, /rant. I'm gonna see how inspired I feel about hanging out at the bookstore all day. :)
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:03 am (UTC)Anyway, worry not - I'm sure I'll get the books to you in time. Reply back to this comment or you can call or text me - and we can try to find a decent time to hook up. Sorry I was offline most of the day.
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Date: 2007-07-08 03:57 am (UTC)Must. Read. Books.
*muttering and drooling*