Rencently I read somewhere that you should blog about the things that keep you up at night, because, chances are, those things are keeping someone else up at night, too.
I wish I knew where I read that, so that I could credit the genius who said it, and also so that we could all go soak up some more of his or her wisdom.
So, I’m working on a post that’s going to take me awhile to get just right. It’s something that I wasn’t sure I’d ever write about, but it’s a subject that has kept me up more than a few times in the last few years. Maybe it keeps you up, too? Or not. Either way, I’m working on it.
In the meantime, I’ll tell you about a minor annoyance I’ve been dealing with for the past year.
My brother-in-law lived with us (well, technically not in the house, but in the guest house, which was bad enough) for about 6 months last year. We were happy to help him while he and his wife were separated*.
Without going into too much detail about the man’s personal woe’s, let me just say that there were quite a few collections agencies and various legal-type persons trying to get ahold of my brother-in-law.
Which doesn’t really effect me, right? It’s his business, not mine.
Except. When he moved out, somehow every. single. one. of the people trying to find him suddenly had our phone number as his, our address as his. I find it very interesting that he would give out my home number, when there isn’t even a phone line in the guest house.
Every day for 365 days, I have received, at minimum, 10 automated collections calls for my brother-in-law. My phone rings all damn day, 7 days a week.
It’s gotten to the point that I don’t answer my home phone. It’s never for me, so why should I bother? And since it’s automated, and they begin the call with, “If this is not *insert brother-in-law’s name* please hang up. It is illegal for you to listen to the following message.” I can’t even stay on the line to try and get a real person who could take my freaking phone number off of this particular account.
I’m thinking about changing our phone number, because every time the phone rings my blood pressure goes up. Especially when I’ve just gotten the kids to bed, you know what I mean? They do tend to prefer calling between 7-9 in the evening, when I need the house to be quiet.
Yes, I’m mildly annoyed. And I’m considering giving my brother-in-law’s number to every single charity
*It should be noted that when I say “we” I really mean my husband, and I happen to love him.
