That’s How the Cookie Crumbles

I worked from home on Wednesday and around 9 am I received a call from someone asking for Missy. I said, “Missy does not live here.” Not two minutes later the phone rings again. The same lady once more asks for Missy. I said (rather rudely), “I told you this is not Missy’s number. Stop calling here.” She tells me that this number has been programmed into her cell for years and that she knows it is Missy’s number.

Irritated as hell I ask her for the number she dialed. It was not my number. I told her I thought the lines must have been crossed somehow and asked if she had another number for Missy. I called my cell from my home phone and the number that showed up was foreign. I realized that my home number was no longer my own. Well, great! Now where are my calls landing?

I called the phone company and was informed that it would be fixed 8 days later! WTF? I just upset, but not nearly as upset as I was about to get. Just then I got a collect call from the prison from a boy named Lawrence. I obviously refused it. Then another collect call request came from the prison from a boy named Pee Wee. OMG. I was starting to lose it.

Missy called me personally — she had my phone number! ugh! I told her about the prison calls and she informed me that both her son and nephew are in prison. I find out that Missy actually lives in my neighborhood and her son was the one responsible for all the neighborhood breakins 6 months ago! OMFG! I live in a nice neighborhood in a good part of town and I am less than thrilled to have had verbal contact with this family of thugs.

The drama continued. Calls came in from Kiki and Shaniqua asking for Christy and Cookie (Missy’s nickname). All in all I received 73 calls that day, 8 of which were prison calls. Can you see my irritation now? So I did what every techy would do. I blasted the phone company on facebook and twitter, then I found the technical support site of the phone company and emailed them every ten minutes.

When those techniques failed to work I solicited my facebook friends to find someone who worked for that company. Low and behold IT WORKED! My lovely friend MV was able to get someone dispatched in just two days. Now, we still had to disconnect the phone for two days so the kids didn’t accidentally accept a call from jail, but it was finally fixed.