the debt collector
I used to work for a boat-building company where I depended upon the accuracy of the monotonously employed, in particular those who coded invoices to customers on ledgers.
I rang a chap once – his invoice in hand – name of Frank Byrnes according to the company records, he was into us for about $15,000 dollars, according to the company records.
120 days plus.
Time to break an arm.
I rang him, being the debt collector, and went through the whole shutthefuckupandlistentome routine before he got a chance to say anything after ‘Hullo?’
He became very angry, being the wrong Frank Byrnes.
He was the CEO of Australia’s largest Health Care Fund at the time.
The only thing they got right was his home phone number.
It’s on my resume.
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