Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sundays are for Church...


We didn't make it to church today. i woke up with a migraine and had to go back to bed. We had to cancel lunch plans with friends. Luckily i got up at about 10 feeling about 90% better and our day could finally begin... I got to visit a new baby at the hospital, and in a bit we're having dinner with some friends. but with no church in our Sunday plans for the day, i thought i'd tell you a funny story that has to do with a man of that last name...Mr. Church.

So, over the course of the past few months I have been getting wrong number calls on my cell phone all looking for the same man.

They started as calls from a woman, or women, I can’t remember, after a few wrong number, late night calls I just lumped them all into the same catergory – booty calls.

Then I got a voicemail one day from a health insurance company. All they said is that they were looking for Jesse. Made semi-sense, but I forgot to call them back.

Then they called again leaving more information on my voicemail. 
They were from my insurance company. MY insurance company, looking for Jesse again. 
This time is was a nurse with the insurance company, checking in on “me.”

So I called back.

See, I had just been in contact with them to get some pertinent pregnancy coverage information for my OB.
They said a company nurse would be calling me for an initial pregnancy interview.

Unfortunately when I called back the number the woman left she started by telling me she was calling to check up on my mental health.

Red flag number one.

I then told her I thought an OB nurse would be contacting me.

She sounded confused.

“Is this Jesse C?” she asked. (*Curtis doesn't want me to use this full name together just in case he googles his name and finds my blog!)

“Uhhhm, no.” I said.

“But this is number XXX-XXX-XXXX isn’t it?”

“Yes, but this isn’t the number to a Jesse C. My name is Jessica P.”

More confused silence.

“So you aren’t Jesse C. and you didn’t just leave the psych ward?”

“Uhhh, no.” Pretty sure I didn’t just leave the loony bin.

“Well, then ma’am, I’m really sorry for bothering you, I’ll get your phone number removed from his records.”

Dial tone.

Then a few weeks later I get a call from the psych ward, looking for Mr. C again.

Nope, wrong number.

Then about two weeks ago I get a voicemail from a debt collector looking for Jesse.

I rolled my eyes and did not return the call. I knew they weren’t looking for me.

Then Friday it happened again. Another “urgent” voicemail from the same debt collecting company.

So I decided to return the call.

The woman was nice. Same story. 

No this wasn’t the phone number of Mr. Jesse C.

Sorry ma’am.

Oh, don't worry about it, it's not the first time this has happened. probably won't be the last either no doubt.

I don’t know this man, but I’m pretty sure I’m getting to know his story.

The women
The psych ward
The debt collectors


As much as I’m annoyed with all the calls, I do feel bad for this guy that has Church in his name.


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