I made it to the credit counseling appointment today. What a waste of time and energy that turned out to be.
Not only did I not learn a damn thing useful, but I spent two entire hours listening to that idiot ramble on about her beliefs and her past and her hobbies and all other sorts of nonsense that I couldn’t care less about. Let’s don’t even mention that those two hours are hours I wasn’t at work, wasn’t making money, and wasn’t helping my debt situation one damn bit.
I’m so ill I could spit nails.
After all the useless bullshit I had to put up with, you would think that would be enough torture for one day, right? But noooooooo – of course it wasn’t. This dumb bitch finishes up her “counseling” by suggesting I “give it to God” (meaning my credit problems, my lack of suitable income, and my falling-apart-car). ARGH! WTF kind of advice is that?
Don’t get me wrong – I don’t have a problem with the Big Guy. He and I are actually pretty ok with each other. It’s just that I don’t really see him paying my bills for me or dropping a new vehicle at my feet anytime soon. And frankly, I’m tired of praying. I’m thoroughly fed up with asking for mercy and help and forgiveness. It gets me nowhere.
I truly am just floored she would say that to me.
How the hell do you respond to that shit?
I wanted so badly to leap across that desk and smack the cheap lipstick right off her smug mouth.
I probably would have if I thought I could have gotten away with it.
Hmmm… maybe I do need Jesus, huh?
:sigh:
