I told myself I wasn’t going to write this post, especially after all the whining I did last week. But I started this blog to talk about ALL my financial stuff, good and bad, so I’m putting this out there. Please be gentle.
The Situation
At the beginning of June, I posted about a forgotten medical bill that had gone into collections. Basically, between my divorce, moving, remodeling, etc., I forgot about some money I owed to a doctor’s office. The charges were from 2009, and I found out that the bill was sent to a collection agency. I discovered this in June, two years after the fact, when I pulled my credit report. The collection agency never contacted me via phone or mail, which I assumed was because they didn’t have my new information.
At the time, I had the money in savings to pay the $800 I owed, so I asked for advice from readers. Most of the comments got eaten when I moved the site to WordPress, but the general consensus was to wait. Or to call the collection agency and offer to settle. Even my dad told me to wait since I hadn’t heard anything from the collection agency yet.
I looked up the agency online, got a phone number, and called first thing on a Monday morning. And got a very angry lady who was clearly not a collection agency. I checked the number, and it was the same one I’d dialed. I searched some more and couldn’t find any other number for this place. It really pissed me off.
Then, like an idiot, I promptly forgot all about it.
It Gets Serious
Last Friday, my doorbell rang. I was expecting a friend, so I opened the door with a big smile on my face. Imagine my surprise when I saw a sheriff’s deputy standing on my porch! He was serving me with papers from the collection agency. They are suing me for the $800 I owe (plus some lovely legal fees). I have 20 days to respond, otherwise they’ll be granted a default judgment against me.
First, let me tell you how humiliating it is to have a cop show up at your door. This has never happened to me before. And I know the cop, which made it even more embarrassing. He looked very apologetic and promised he didn’t look at any of the paperwork, which I know is a total lie. Also, Jayden had a friend over to spend the night. This friend had never been to our house before. I’m sure he went home and told his parents ALL about the exciting time he had at my house.
Obviously the collection agency had my new address and phone number, since both were listed on the summons. So I’m trying to figure out why they never sent me a letter or called me. I wanted to pay this debt; I definitely would have avoided it in the past, but that’s not the way I do things now.
My Options
Unfortunately, my options are very limited. As you all know, my emergency fund is pretty much depleted thanks to my crappy paychecks. I don’t have the money to pay for this right now.
I can send a letter asking the collection agency to validate the debt. This would give me about 30 days to stall and try to sell a kidney or something. However, it would not change the fact that I owe the money. I would feel bad wasting the agency’s time when I know where the debt came from and that it’s valid.
I can ignore the summons and let them have the default judgment. This would stay on my credit report for 7 years. However, it would allow me to make payments. Or they would just garnish my wages, which is hilarious since it would take about 3 years at 25% of my current paychecks.
I can drive to the address listed for the collection agency and try to talk to them. Since I still can’t find a phone number that works, I would have to drive about 75 miles to get any answers. But I’m starting to think it may be worth it. I’d love to know how they can sue me for a debt when they never bothered to communicate with me. FOR TWO YEARS.
I can change my name and move to Canada. This is an option I’ve been considering more and more lately. Obviously it’s not realistic, but it sounds nice when I think about everything going wrong in my life right now.
This Sucks, Guys
I don’t know why everything in the universe seems to want to crap on my head lately. I try not to waste time feeling sorry for myself, but sometimes it’s just hard not to.
My income is pathetic. My emergency fund will be gone when I get paid on Saturday, because I’ll need the little bit I have left to pay my bills. As of yesterday, Kentucky Medicaid has been outsourced to 3 managed care companies, which affects my job in ways I can’t even discern yet. I do know it’s bad. I’m fighting with Nielsen over a stupid grocery scanner. And now this. I won’t even go into the stuff that sucks in my personal life - there’s enough just focusing on finances.
I have worked really hard for the past year to make better choices and stop throwing away money. For awhile I was doing great and really felt like I had a success story to share with all of you. At the moment, I feel like I have no right to share anything because I am still, despite my best efforts, a financial disaster.
I don’t know what to do right now. Moping never solved a single problem I had, yet that’s the only thing I can find to do. I apologize for being so depressing - hopefully a miracle will occur and I’ll be back to normal soon.