I got a phonecall yesterday after work (I almost never answer my apartment phone, because anyone who knows me calls my cellphone), from a hostile credit card collection rep.  It was about my conoco gascard, which I stopped using because it's a gascard and gascards are moneypits.  It's the only one I didn't cancel out of the handful I had, because it has a $750 limit and is a sort-of mastercard and therefore if I forget my wallet I can still use it for emergencies or food or whatnot.  Anyway the rep was saying that I haven't paid my bill since Xmas, and I told her that hey, you're pretty much correct because I haven't received a bill since Xmas.  Apparently my bill was $500+ , which was news to me since I hardly ever use it.  I paid the card in full last time I got the bill, which was around $4 if I remember correctly.  There were charges from places like "mystic armory", which I've never heard of and wouldn't use a gascard to buy from anyway.  So, I guess I should check to see if it's in my truck or if it's been stolen.  If it has been stolen, I guess I'll have to pay the balance because it prolly doesn't have any liability protection and I never reported it stolen or anything.  At least it has a limit of only $750.  Fuck it, everything else gets stolen I suppose it's time to get a card stolen too.

I was pretty rude to that rep, but fuck her she was rude to me first.  I have found that I don't take shit from people nearly as much as I used to a few years ago.  I was trying to figure out if it was because I get the piss smacked out of me through one event or another every week and therefore in perspective words don't have the same impact anymore, or if it's because I'm just older and wiser, or if it's because I've been living alone in relative shit-kickery in south bumfucking Texas and never really interact with people like I did in BR and so I'm just a crotchety old man.