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Suppose you recieved a letter from your mortage company demanding a chunk of change substantial enough to temporarily stop your breathing and make your eyeballs pop from their sockets on cartoon springs.
Suppose the letter explained that you were being charged a stack of "late fees," even though you pay your mortgage automatically each month and all of the payments have been processed on time.
If you are like me, you might pause for a moment before advertising your kidney on e-bay, and call "Customer Service."
Have you talked to Customer Service recently, pornsters? If you have, then you can just scroll past my rant and post your kidney offer, because you know what happened to me this afternoon and how many hours it took.
You probably know that the young girl in Iowa (the second one) was in tears by the time she explained that the late fees have been accruing, with interest, for three months because yes, my payments were received on time, but no, they were not for the new, inexplicably higher amount, which means they were considered partial payments are went into a special "holding account" rather than being credited as payments, so that - by the way - credit agencies will probably have been instructed to add me to their list of deadbeats because, technically, I haven't made a mortgage payment in more than three months.
So great. Perfect. I've made a perfectly lovely girl cry, and I don't have a clue how it was decided that my mortage payments should have been several hundred dollars higher than they were. I only know that I have to give the mortgage company a lot of money or the pile of late fees will grow and the money I've been calling a mortgage payment will continue to rest in the special holding account.
Why is she crying? She gets to keep both kidneys.
I begged to speak to a supervisor. There aren't any.
My late fees were enrichiing the company coffers with accrued interest, and the girl was crying, and I was desperate to end our standoff. It was time to Write The Letter.
In pioneer days, The Letter was guaranteed to get a response when nothing else did. The Letter has presence. It looks like evidence. If it names names, people are held accountable. I hate to write letters because that means looking for stamps. But it was time.
When I told the girl I wanted to write a letter to someone who could explain what's happening, she sounded so relieved I wanted to give her a hug.
"Yes, you can write to the Correspondence Department."
"Actually, I want the name and title of the person I should write to."
"The Correspondence Department handles all of our mail."
"Who will they refer the letter to?"
"They don't need to give it to anyone else. They can look at your file."
"Like you did?"
"Yes, ma'am."
(uncomfortable pause; sounds of more crying)
"Let me get this straight: when the Correspondence Department receives an irate letter from a customer alleging that your company has made a costly mistake, and that Customer Service, although perfectly nice, was not able to make me understand the problem or suggest any solutions other than sending more money, the next step is just like this step? But without the phone?"
"Y - yes." (She chokes back a sob)
"There is no URGENT COSTLY MISTAKES Department where letters go when the Correspondence Department senses desperation or even pending legal action?"
"All of our mail is handled by the Corresondence Department."
She and I are both too tired to cry at this point. I take a deep breath and one last shot:
"Do they have a supervisor?"
"No, ma'am."
Suppose the letter explained that you were being charged a stack of "late fees," even though you pay your mortgage automatically each month and all of the payments have been processed on time.
If you are like me, you might pause for a moment before advertising your kidney on e-bay, and call "Customer Service."
Have you talked to Customer Service recently, pornsters? If you have, then you can just scroll past my rant and post your kidney offer, because you know what happened to me this afternoon and how many hours it took.
You probably know that the young girl in Iowa (the second one) was in tears by the time she explained that the late fees have been accruing, with interest, for three months because yes, my payments were received on time, but no, they were not for the new, inexplicably higher amount, which means they were considered partial payments are went into a special "holding account" rather than being credited as payments, so that - by the way - credit agencies will probably have been instructed to add me to their list of deadbeats because, technically, I haven't made a mortgage payment in more than three months.
So great. Perfect. I've made a perfectly lovely girl cry, and I don't have a clue how it was decided that my mortage payments should have been several hundred dollars higher than they were. I only know that I have to give the mortgage company a lot of money or the pile of late fees will grow and the money I've been calling a mortgage payment will continue to rest in the special holding account.
Why is she crying? She gets to keep both kidneys.
I begged to speak to a supervisor. There aren't any.
My late fees were enrichiing the company coffers with accrued interest, and the girl was crying, and I was desperate to end our standoff. It was time to Write The Letter.
In pioneer days, The Letter was guaranteed to get a response when nothing else did. The Letter has presence. It looks like evidence. If it names names, people are held accountable. I hate to write letters because that means looking for stamps. But it was time.
When I told the girl I wanted to write a letter to someone who could explain what's happening, she sounded so relieved I wanted to give her a hug.
"Yes, you can write to the Correspondence Department."
"Actually, I want the name and title of the person I should write to."
"The Correspondence Department handles all of our mail."
"Who will they refer the letter to?"
"They don't need to give it to anyone else. They can look at your file."
"Like you did?"
"Yes, ma'am."
(uncomfortable pause; sounds of more crying)
"Let me get this straight: when the Correspondence Department receives an irate letter from a customer alleging that your company has made a costly mistake, and that Customer Service, although perfectly nice, was not able to make me understand the problem or suggest any solutions other than sending more money, the next step is just like this step? But without the phone?"
"Y - yes." (She chokes back a sob)
"There is no URGENT COSTLY MISTAKES Department where letters go when the Correspondence Department senses desperation or even pending legal action?"
"All of our mail is handled by the Corresondence Department."
She and I are both too tired to cry at this point. I take a deep breath and one last shot:
"Do they have a supervisor?"
"No, ma'am."