The Bitch is Back

My initial hatred of A. Hole began to dissipate. Having moved into his subdivision we became neighbors, and seeing him as a human being helped to soften my stance but, what finally made us allies was a crazy turn of events we never saw coming. The Mortgage Devil’s old partner, the Barbie Doll, was returning to the Bank of Hell and this news caused chaos.

For months, A. Hole and I had been coexisting in the beach branch of the Bank of Hell. We tolerated each other, made obligatory small talk, and were content to not know much about each other. In the beginning, as I previously blogged, I was wildly turned off by his eating habits and his fandom of the Washington Redskins well that, and the fact that he was a loan officer and worked at the Bank of Hell. It was the like the super trifecta of things I abhor.

So, the crack head receptionist left one day and never came back but the Bank of Hell replaced her with another temp, we will call him The Edsell. He was a gentle retired librarian, newspaper man, and historian who reminded me a little of the grandfather in the Werther’s commercials. He was also, amusingly and sadly, in the twilight of his memory and ability to function in a professional environment. He was pleasant to both A. Hole and me, but since he and A. Hole were both Redskins fans, I endured countless discussions about the Skins chances to make the playoffs that year. The Bears were already a lock and I was wildly over confident in my team and figured there was no way the Skins were going to make it. As they chatted in the lobby about the prospects I fought the urge to yell out, “The pope will have to get laid for your team to get in. Shut Up!”

Turns out the Skins made the playoffs without any copulation on the part of The Pope and since I am rarely wrong, this prompted me to talk to A. Hole about it. Slowly, our relationship turned a corner. It was encouraged by The Edsell, who was so kind and grandfatherly that it was like having your conscience sitting ten feet from you; it brought out the best in us.

The charming thing about The Edsell was that he was the worst receptionist in the history of mankind, sweet and completely incompetent. A. Hole and I would get phone messages with 5 digit phone numbers and names of people that were inaccurate or unintelligible. Here is a typical exchange:

Turdy: “Hey The Edsell, I see you took a message from someone named Douchey Bagsley who called about a loan. I don’t know a Douchey Bagsley but I did talk to someone named Darcy Bailey about a loan, does that sound familiar?”


The Edsell: “Yeah, yeah, that sounds right.”


Turdy: “One other question, after her name you have the numbers 55534, is that supposed to represent something?”


The Edsell: “Yeah, that is the phone number she left. You are supposed to call her as soon as possible.”


Turdy: “I would love to do that Edsell, but unfortunately, I think I need seven numbers to reach her. It would appear two are missing. Do you know what those might be?”


The Edsell pages through the message pad, opens drawers searching for the missing digits, and then pauses.


The Edsell: “Those other numbers must be around here somewhere, I’ll get back to you.”

Neither A. Hole or I had the heart to say anything to The Edsell or management about our hard of hearing, elderly, and sweet receptionist. We spent a lot of time reconstructing phone numbers and randomly plugging in digits until we reached someone on the phone who had actually called. Often, we would call people and insult them by calling them the wrong name. We once got a message that someone named Johnny Weinerberger called, it wasn’t even close to their actual name, but it was a damn funny name. The Edsell helped bring us together as colleagues but it was the Barbie Doll’s return that made us allies.

So ironically, it was The Edsell who helped to let me know that the Barbie Doll was returning. The Mortgage Devil had been blowing up my cell phone and since he never answered my calls when I needed him, I was avoiding him. I am on my office phone when Edsell yells out, “Turdy, the Mortgage Devil is on the phone and he says it’s urgent.” After telling Edsell to take a message and returning to my phone call, Edsell comes in my office and looking sheepish, tells me the Mortgage Devil insists on speaking to me immediately. I mumble, “For shits sake.” Then I tell Edsell to put the Mortgage Devil’s call through. I am wary of this call because taking a phone call from the Mortgage Devil when he is in manic mode is a surefire way to guarantee you will not be able to resume the rest of your daily activities when you get off the phone, instead, you find yourself on your way to happy hour regardless of the time of day.

I say hello to the Mortgage Devil and right away I can tell there is something different. He is talking to me like he needs me, like I am an equal, and he sounds desperate and shaken. I am trying to process what he is telling me but what registers is that the Barbie Doll is returning to the Bank of Hell and moving into my sanctuary and the Mortgage Devil is indignant and worried about me and A. Hole. He is rambling about how he doesn’t understand how the Bank of Hell could take her back after what she did to him and how he will have our backs. He also calls A. Hole and gives a similar speech.

For the next two weeks, A. Hole and I talk a lot about what the Barbie Doll’s return will mean for us. She is bringing her own staff, she is a big producer, and she will be running our branch which scared us because the Mortgage Devil basically told us she would run us off and eat our young. We knew it meant saying goodbye to Edsell and potentially losing our offices. To add to the anxiety that comes with uncertain work conditions, the Mortgage Devil was suddenly best friends with me and A. Hole and was describing all the horrible things the Barbie Doll had done and riling us up with ugly scenarios of what our jobs would be like upon her return. This was incredibly stressful for me since I was 7 months pregnant and her triumphant return would be in my last month of pregnancy. After experiencing the Mortgage Devil’s theft of my commissions, I was petrified of what the Barbie Doll would do to me and my business.

During that month, I spoke to the Mortgage Devil and A. Hole more than I had in the previous eight months cumulatively. The staff in the Mortgage Devil’s branch which I despised and tortured whenever I could, did an about face and began being nice to me and treating me like one of their own. I would still describe their behavior as shitty but it was far more cordial and less hostile than our previous encounters. The most common phrase from the Mortgage Devil’s minions during the Barbie saga was, “I can’t believe that bitch is coming back, she thinks she can get away with this after what she has done to the poor Mortgage Devil?” The situation was ironic and intriguing, the Mortgage Devil was playing victim and as far I as can discern, he is only a victim of a hideous sense of humor and his narcissism.

I was baffled by the Mortgage Devil and his Minions sudden interest in communication and cooperation. It wouldn’t take long to find out what their true motives were. Tomorrow, I will tell you about the great “Sit Down”, the all time greatest example of getting thrown under the bus.

For now, I want to sign off with a shout out to The Edsell. He was the best thing about working at the Bank of Hell because he was genuine and kind; his complete ignorance of what was going on in the offices around him was enviable. I am hoping he is still on this earth, but given his advanced age and condition, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t. Either way, his phone messages are Mortgage Whore legend.