Oh yes, if any day of the week is cursed it is Thursday, no not Monday as everyone simply assumes. Thursday takes the most vile day of the week award. Everything bad seems to happen on Thursday.
It probably began with my sleepless night. It was well after 3:00 before I went to sleep. Do not suppose it was rainbows and unicorns that I dreamed of. Terrors filled my sleep including dreams of beating someone up then pulling that individual by her wrist to the kitchen where my parents keep their medicine, calling my Mother and the rest of our family in the room just as I swallowed the bottle of Xanax. It was awful. All night I had dreams about this individual and different scenarios, I hated it.
Generally when my husband leaves for work in the morning our thing to do is for me to get up and hug and kiss him goodbye. This morning, exhausted, I just rolled over and asked him to hug me in bed, and tried to go back to sleep. I hoped the nightmares would end and I would sleep. I was able to get some sleep, but Daisy needed to go out
Then this afternoon. Then it started. I worked on my MP3s. My new player does not work. Lovely. They are supposed to call me back when they issue the call tag to come and pick it up.
I received a phone call, I did not recognize the number. I did not answer. They called right back. So I assumed it was the service center. How wrong I was. It was a scammer. After going on a bit about the scam, and my insistence that I knew it was a scam he finally admitted that he was trying to scam me. I was shocked by his admission. He said he wanted to be my friend. Was this a joke? He went into why he was doing this “job”. I talked to him about his children and that him getting caught is going to ruin their lives, and they will be very hurt and feel abandoned and betrayed. I talked to him about making things right. Then conversation became weirder and more uncomfortable. Soon he asked when he could call me again. Stating he really enjoys talking to me. What? What just happened here? I was just encouraging him to seek gainful, honest employment, to pray, and look for a church family.
My cousin teases me that I should write a book about my life. I can get myself into some of the worst predicaments. I suppose a blog will do for now.
I am nervous as all get out. This guy has my name, phone number, and so he has my address. I called and reported the information to the FBI. In hopes that anyone else does not fall for these scammers. They are many.
The FBI explained it to me. These scammers HERE IN THE US…They buy drop phones with 876 area codes. There are other area codes they use too. (The area codes are places like Jamaica, The Virgin Islands, and Puerto Rio.) Just do not answer any number with 876 unless you have family or friends there. They use the catch line of you have won the lottery or your family is on a cruise and are very sick, or something like that. When you call back you are charged a huge toll, phone companies do not cover it, they say it is between you and the company you called. This guy sounded like he was new at it or that he really did not want to do it. He was stumbling over his words nervously from the beginning. It is sad that people resort to this kind of life, some feeling it is their last and only resort. It leaves their victims without anything and without trust. Honestly it is a no win situation.
It is depressing the state that our world is in now. I felt bad calling the FBI, but I also felt like it was the responsible thing to do.
One thing I know for sure. I am ready for Friday. Another thing, I know. I am ready for dinner. My tummy is rumbling.
Thanks for reading about my crazy life. ~Hope