You’re gonna love this one.
I work in a consolidations department of a education finance corporation. We consolidate college loans. It’s like putting all of your eggs in one basket with one interest rate. Sometimes I have to call a customer. Sometimes I have to call a lender. Sometimes I have to call one of the companies that guarantee the loans.
Today was no exception. I had to call a guarantor, a largely frustrating waste of ten minutes of my and the company’s valuable time as I was transferred no fewer than five times, was given a different number to call three times, and never did get any REAL help.
Two of the three alternative numbers matched, minus one small detail. The second time I was given the number, the individual told me that it was an 888- number. The first time I was given the number, I had to ask the area code and was only then told it was an 800- number. Between you and me, there can be a vast amount of difference between the two. How different? One place gave me the division where I should have been able to get information about defaulted loans. The other… well, read on. Two key names have been changed to protect the innocent… otherwise it reads EXACTLY as I heard it.
You have reached the Potter’s Abbey Fruitcake Bakery. If you wish to leave Brother John a message, please do so after the beep. Thank you.
Kid you not, folks. That one kept me laughing for fully five minutes after I hung up. I mean, I’ve heard of fish friars and chip monks, but that’s a new one…
