Um, is it 2006 yet? Please???
So my biggest Avon customer this last campaign bounced her check. Just found out. Three hundred thirteen dollars. I tried to call her, but her adult son answered and told me she's out of town - skiing - until after the New Year. I could hear him smoking a cigarette, could almost smell the black air around him. He said Hello with an intake of breath, a simultaneous drag on his smoke. I asked if I could retrieve my Avon. He coughed twice, told me he knew nothin' about Avon, nothin' at all.
"Can you call her and ask her to call me? It's really really important, man. Please? Pretty please?" I sounded desperate, a bit crazed, a woman on the brink of certain financial disaster.
"Don't know her number up there. Sorry." Click.
Blah. This happened once in the past, but the customer made good a week later. Most customers are prompt, pay with certainty, don't dispute the dollar amount. I have exactly thirty-six dollars and eighteen cents in my bank account and was hoping that commission would get me through the holidays, let's not even talk about the part of it I have to pay Avon.
I've been looking into other areas of work, and right now am applying for home-shoring positions, where you do call-center type of work from your home. I'm not quitting Avon (yet), mind you, just finding other avenues of revenue.
But, you know what? I am laughing now. Not sure why. Why not, I guess. I think I left the underworld, I think nothing is coincidence, I think that I am defined in ways other than gold coins and diamond jewelry, I think it's time for something big and good and life-changing to happen. I'll be telling you that story tonight after my boys sleep. They are chasing the pig as I type, the two of them plus my Chinese friend's son who speaks no English other than the words "marshmallow," "cookie," "no," and "thank you."
10:52:29 AM 
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