Basically these assholes entered my address incorrectly into their system (the apartment number was 113 rather than 13) and then were dumbfounded when I did not respond to their letters. I finally got the last one and called in to find out what the hell they were billing me for and was met by the absolute RUDEST, BITCHIEST and LEAST HELPFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD. Ann Daniels, you are a big whore and I hope you ROT IN HELL, you bitch.

Yes, I was a little teed off by her lack of helpfulness. She kept repeating that as long as the mail was not returned to them they would assume I had received it whether or not the apartment number was incorrect. She said they were assuming that since there is no apartment 113 in my complex the mailman should have recognized my name and put it in my mailbox anyway.

I'm not a lawyer but I feel fairly certain that if they're billing the wrong address because their billing clerk is retarded and doesn't double check her work (I know it's not my mistake because I only filled out one form at the hospital and all the other departments have been billing me just fine, sending it to the RIGHT apartment), they can't assume that the mailman corrected their fuckup and penalize me for their idiocy can they? Lawyers? Help? Advice?

Anyway after a frantic call to my mother that went something like this:

Joyce: Mommy! GAAAAH. Collection agent *gulp* Never got bill *gasp* $2,760 and CHARGING ME INTEREST! Lady was mean *sniff* HELP!

Mom: (in her infinite wisdom) Stop. Calm down. Ignore mean collection people. It's their job to be rude and mean and unhelpful and scary. Call the hospital and deal with them directly.

So that is exactly what I'm doing. And I hope all those people at the collection agency get herpes and burn in hell. I hate them. You can kiss your commission goodbye you bitches (which I'm sure is the reason they refused to give me the number for the original company that was charging me, but HAH I GOT THE NUMBER FROM THE HOSPITAL ANYWAY YOU ASSHOLES).

Bah. Cranky. Next post should be more cheery. Let me regroup and think about how nice it'll be when we're totally moved and unpacked and all the stuff with the old place is settled. At least then I won't have that to worry about. Why is it always something >< WHY?