Doucheblog

I'm gonna be having a job interview in San Francisco. It's at a collections agency (hope they're not looking for me, d'oh!). So I'm on the right track, I guess. Here is something that made me angry today: some kind of telemarketer (I assume) that somehow had the information that my dad had been in the hospital keeps calling and leaving messages "We're calling to see how Duncan is doing, we'll call back." (and you can't *69 them) My dad died in December. I hope the next time this lady calls I am there to answer the phone and tell her. And I hope she feels awkward and rotten. It's so intrusive. I wish we had that phone service where we refused blocked calls.