Starting to feel just a little abused, like a coffee machine in an office

After a very early morning wake-up call (3:40), to catch a direct flight back from Chicago to Fort Lauderdale, I am back in South Florida. And thanks to my early return, I've had a wee bit of time to get some quality vegging resting in today. The Convention I was at went rather well. It was the 13th time I've been to it, although the first time for me to go to the Masters portion (rather than the USA Swimming part). This meant that I got to wear a nice (thankfully little) yellow sticker that said "Help Me, I'm New" on it.

But that sticker wasn't so bad. Actually, the peskiest part of the week came courtesy of Wells Fargo, who called me daily, leaving me a message to call them back. On some days, I even got called twice: from two different numbers. Hours after I would get the original call (the meetings started at 8 a.m. and went to 8 p.m.), I would typically get to listen to the message. I would then call back to find that there was not really a message, per se; they were just wanting to check to see if I had received the paperwork sent me. Did I have any questions? Did I want to send my next mortgage payment in 4 weeks early and before my paycheck, along with the rest of the paperwork?

At one point, I explained that I was out-of-town and couldn't send everything in until I got back (and told them when I would return), in hopes that this would stop them from calling. Alas, it did not work: the calls continue. They even called me tonight, after I spoke with them earlier today....

And the kicker: when I first applied for the program, I called in to check if they'd received my paperwork. While on the phone, I ask, "How often should I call?", even--jokingly--asking if I should call-in daily. They responded no, once a week would be fine. Maybe they were taking into account that they would call me everyday?


I’ve been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
I’m starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office