Last week, I got 3 calls from a collection agency. They were for my dad, and their hours were not convenient for me to call them back. Also, they didn't have voice mail! I guess collection agents like to speak with people directly all the time.

I called "Ms. Grey" back, and told the woman she had been calling a number for someone who did not exist, and I told her I did not know for whom she was looking. But seriously, my phone number has been my own private number since I was 13. Whenever anyone calls looking for Mr. or Mrs. Tulips, I know they're of no significance to me.

When my dad moved, he didn't update his address or phone number anywhere, I think. He had gotten a parking ticket and decided not to pay for it. The collection agency had mailed the letter to our old address. That is just so like my dad -- to feel he is above everyone else. I hope his car doesn't get towed the next time he parks in one of the lots that gave him his ticket.

I hate getting parking tickets, too, but I always pay or dispute them. 

And yay! I was given the day off next Monday for all efforts put in over the last couple of weeks for my deadline :)