Back from the Dead Links!

I was moved to Peekay’s dead links section of her blog. Why? Because I haven’t written anything in AGES! The pressure, the PRESSURE! You just can't imagine the pressure of keeping up with the Peekay!

Sharondarella, where have you BEEN?

Let me tell you, since you last heard from me, much has happened, all of it important to me, but little would be important to you. Blog-worthy? Oh, definitely! Especially the exciting times I’ve been having attempting to clear my credit, after having become a victim of missing identity.

I’ve heard of missing persons. I’ve heard of losing yourself. However, I’ve never heard of the credit reporting agencies losing you and then replacing you with someone who sounds sort of like you. Can you believe there is another Sharondarella? Okay, not really. She’s got a VERY similar name (1st name spelled slightly different, middle and last identical) has a SSN that is 1 digit off from mine, AND she lives in the same state as ME!

Now, many would write this off as a case of “Wow! Isn’t it a small world?!” but not the credit reporting agencies. First time I hear about this is when I’m trying to buy a house. Unfortunately, they flagged the two of us as the same person and somehow our credit merged. Basically, whatever creditworthiness I’d established and any amount I could qualify for had already been given to this other woman. She got the advantage of all of my years of suffering. While I was living with my parents, paying off every teensy cent of my debt, she was out spending everything and anything that the credit card companies would give her and me, combined. She maxed us out. And then she went bad on her debts. I now have her collections people calling me.

I’ve been engaged in correspondence with the devil for three months now while trying to rectify this situation. Did you know that the devil lives in India? I only know this because every time I talk to representatives from the Credit Reporting Agencies they are in India. And since I know I’m in hell, that makes them either the devil or his tiny minions. Did you know that all of the customer service calls (and I use that term extremely loosely) have been farmed out to India? Truly. I’ve spoken with several of them. There were two in particular, Clive & Nathan, who speak with an accent so thick I couldn’t decipher 3 out of 5 words that came trippingly off their tongue. Surprisingly, the words that came out crystal clear were the ones where they said “I’m veddy soddy, but I can not understand you.” Obviously my accent is just too English for their Indian ears.

But, I become bitter, so please, let’s proceed to another blog, by all means: