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Chapter 3 and 4 have fallen and now reside in my Sent box, destination: supervisior.

That's right folks, In two weeks I have nearly completed a first draft of my thesis. The only thing that stands between me and graduation. Well , that and four other people that have to read it.

Aren't bloggers supposed to rant?

That was rhetorical question:
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Fuck I hate credit collection agencies.

These stupid people pick up the phone book call all the people with the name they're looking for and claim that "I need to speak to you".

First, question, "Can I verify your name and address?"
Second, "What is your social security number?"

FUCK YOU!

You haven't even told me what you're calling about. If you want to verify some information, why don't you first tell my WHY?

Well, people that owe people money are probably pretty deceptive. I can understand that. So they need to beat around the bush before they drop the bomb. You owe us money punk, and now that we know where you live you are going to suffer!

The crazy part about all this? I have never defaulted on a credit, or had a warrant issued for my arrest. (oh yes, there's more to this story...)

So circa '98 I get a call, "Hi can I speak to Dustin Harrison?"

"Speaking"

"Can I verify some information?" (you remember this part)

"No, can I find out what you want?"

"No, I need to know who you are first."

Stop the fucking ferry. Who called who? I don't know who the fuck this guy is, and apparently he doesn't know me. So why are we having a conversation?

To sum it all up, I find out that somewhere a Dustin H. has defaulted on his student loans. Can't possibly be me, because? I'm STILL IN SCHOOL!

Various incidents later, Dori is working the front yard when a man approachs her and asks if Dustin is home. VERY suspicious, Dori asks why. Apparently he has some "papers that need to be served".

"aaaaaaahhhh. you must be looking for Dustin H. But you didn't bother to find out if the Dustin H. that lives here is the same person that derserves a warrant did you?"

"I don't understand."

"You see the middle initial on that paper?"

"Yes."

"That is not the Dustin H. that lives here. Why don't you be on your way?"

Folks, that's not all. There are some BAD Dustin H's running around out there. One day I get a phone call:

"This is the sheriff, can I verify some information?"

"Well, you *are* a sheriff, what can I do?"

"Do you own ....?"

"No."

"What's your middle name?"

"Not that."

"Hmm, this might explain why you actually had the $3k in your bank account that I just withdrew. I think I made a mistake. I'll be returning that today."

"Yes. That would be nice."

So you see, I'm not fond of people who don't do their homework before accusing me of lying, cheating or whatever the bad Dustin H's of this world do.

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