Minor annoyance number 1:
I got two cryptic messages from TCF bank on my home answering machine, asking me to call as soon as possible. I don't have any accounts with TCF. Hmmm. I, being the sunny, optimistic person I can, immediately figured that someone had tried to open an account there in my name, or some other aspect of identity fraud. So I call.
Minor annoyance number 2:
We rent to Mormon missionaries. This is not a problem. We get paid by the missionary office, not by the guys actually living in our house. Also not a problem. The missionaries rotate through assignment. Again, not a problem.
What is a problem is when (1) They move someone new into the building without telling me, and (2) They ask departing tenants to fill out a survey on the state of the apartment. (3) The tenants identify something as broken -- in this case, the toilet handle -- without ever telling me about it. (3) The mission society sends me a letter telling me about the problem, instead of calling me. So the tenants have been living with a broken toilet (still flushable, but you have to reach into the tank to manually move the seal, which is annoying) for about two weeks, and I didn't know about it. I feel awful, but how am I supposed to fix something if I don't know it's broken?
So nothing earth shattering is happening, but I'm grumpy nonetheless.
I got two cryptic messages from TCF bank on my home answering machine, asking me to call as soon as possible. I don't have any accounts with TCF. Hmmm. I, being the sunny, optimistic person I can, immediately figured that someone had tried to open an account there in my name, or some other aspect of identity fraud. So I call.
Guy at TCF: Oh hi, Miss Jer-e-salad, we're just calling me to follow up on offer we mailed you a few days ago to see if you wanted to consolidate your home loans...It's bad enough that telemarketers call at all. Now they're leaving misleading messages? I'm polite to telemarketers -- hell I did phone surveys in college -- but that doesn't mean you can abuse my trust. Grrr.
Me: (Deep, cleansing breath)
Guy at TCF: So can we interest you in any of our consumer loan products?
Me: First of all, I don't have any accounts with TCF.
Guy at TCF: Yes I know. I was just --
Me: And when I got a message from you, I figured it was because someone had tried to perpetrate credit fraud or something else dire.
Guy at TCF: Oh, well that certainly wasn't our intention.
Me: If you send me an offer and you don't hear from me, it means I don't want it. And if you call me again, you damn well better identify that you are trying to sell me something. No, on second thought: You need to take me off your list RIGHT NOW.
Guy at TCF: Um, ok.
*click*
Minor annoyance number 2:
We rent to Mormon missionaries. This is not a problem. We get paid by the missionary office, not by the guys actually living in our house. Also not a problem. The missionaries rotate through assignment. Again, not a problem.
What is a problem is when (1) They move someone new into the building without telling me, and (2) They ask departing tenants to fill out a survey on the state of the apartment. (3) The tenants identify something as broken -- in this case, the toilet handle -- without ever telling me about it. (3) The mission society sends me a letter telling me about the problem, instead of calling me. So the tenants have been living with a broken toilet (still flushable, but you have to reach into the tank to manually move the seal, which is annoying) for about two weeks, and I didn't know about it. I feel awful, but how am I supposed to fix something if I don't know it's broken?
So nothing earth shattering is happening, but I'm grumpy nonetheless.
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