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purloin a phrase from some regrettably inane yet accurate philosopher:
some days it doesn't pay to chew through the restraints.
Essentially, the day was as good as any other. Arising early, I
checked the bank account and placated the nagging beast on my back
these days that is Chrysler Financial. Later in the day I called
and spoke with a representative. However, before I could speak
with a living, breathing machine (kudos to Mr. Parkin) I had to speak with a prerecording with voice recognition.
One of the things I hate about dealing with late payments and collection reps is the question they always ask:
"Why is this payment late?"
Now, I'm sure it's part of whatever prepared script they're given
to work from as part of the day to day dealings with debtors groveling
for more time, more understanding, more whatever. I had presented
my plan to bring the account current over the next three weeks-
thrice. The night before when I explained to the rep that no, I
did not want to make a payment by phone, no my plan was not known at
that time, no I did not want an extension, I was once more asked the question above. Irate and
irritated at having been pushed into conversing with this individual,
who in my humble opinion has one of the shittiest jobs in the universe
(collections) I answered thus:
" I didn't pay it."
Flustered, she asked why I didn't pay it. I could tell my rude
yet accurate response was underappreciated by this harried
employee. I tried to explain to her the circumstances. No
matter what I said, it sounded lame assed and demeaning to me. So
when I spoke with the young gentleman who mumbled his name at the
beginning of the call, I was prepared to answer the question in a more
suitable fashion.
" I don't care to discuss it."
Again he asked.
I replied, " I've presented you with my plan to repay over the next
three weeks. I do not wish to discuss the reasons for late payment.
They are not germain to this discussion."
I don't know if he'd encountered this response before and found himself
speechless (I doubt it) or if he couldn't get to the part in his script where
ungrateful wife of midlife male who bought the shiny red buggy goes all
frigid at payment time is served a whithering retort. Maybe he was relieved not to listen to
someone try to piece together a tale of woe worthy of his time and
effort. At any rate, the plan has been offered, the last of the
little three American automakers has been given reason to live for
another three weeks and The Chief is relieved to be able to answer the
phone and not worry about answering financial questions he prefers not
to deal with.
You know what the best part of my day was today? Debriding a wound
after digging three little spidery stitches out of a hardened, cracked
piece of black eschar. And then culturing it and dressing it
after confering with the Nurse Practitioner in charge of the patient's
care. I enjoyed trimming away at this man's scar, playing hide
and go seek with the stitches growing into his arm. I liked
compiling a treatment plan.
The NP's at work are trying to entice me to return to school and get
those letters after my name. Bachelor of Science in
Nursing. Master of Science. Accredited Nurse
Practitioner. There is no doubt in my mind I would be good at
it. I wonder though, would I be happy doing the nurse
practitioner gig? I like my life pretty much right now. To go back
to school for advanced practice is tempting. I've also been
made aware of financial incentives being offered to help alleviate debt
once one has completed schooling.
When I went to nursing school twenty five years ago, I thought
I knew how it would go. I have been so wrong at envisioning the
course my life, let alone the meanderings my career would take. I have people
willing to support me. I've got my two letters of reference to
apply to a program that would be better suited to my needs and closer
to home. I've got a kick ass portfolio just waiting to be
assembled. I've got a GPA that would give me life credit the way
this program is designed. So why am I hesitating to put one foot
off the edge of the cliff and leap? Why do I hesitate to abandon
myself in this pursuit. Abandon the self I think I am. Even
though I like a lot of things with my life right now, there is an
itch, a hankering for something additional.
Maybe I should create one of those polls. You know, one
where you, the reader, get to vote on whether or not I should enroll in
Russell Sage and have my knowledge labelled in a way that makes me
marketable to the current establishment. Ahh, but I do not know
where to begin such a thing. And so I will bid you good night.
Blessings abound
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