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Called the attorney's office for the plaintiff in the foreclosure suit again today. One of his paras told me that all I needed to do was call the county clerk and file a disclaimer saying I have no rights, claim or title to the property.
So I called the county clerk. Who told me that they don't have paperwork like that. They'll gladly file it for me, but an attorney has to actually provide it. And they gave me the number for legal aid of OK.
I called the plaintiff's attorneys back and left a message mentioning that the information they gave me was incorrect and that the county clerk said I needed paperwork from them. Still have not gotten a call back.
Called Legal Aid of OK. Was told that since I am above the poverty line they can not help me, but that it's a simple matter of filling out a form (that no one seems to know where to find). Oh, and since the default judgement has already been handed down My Credit Rating Has Probably Been Affected. He told me to call the JAG.
So I called the JAG who told me that I can't make an appointment but I'm more than welcome to wait until Tuesday, show up at 08:30 and sit around all day as a walk-in and hope they have time to sneak me in (except for when they close for lunch, then I have to leave). If not then I can wait until the Tuesday after and try it again.
Legal Aid of OK man did tell me I was making him uncomfortable. Because I was upset about my hard fought credit rating going down the crapper and the fact that I'm currently liable for a debt I was never part of until I fill out this mysterious form no one can give me and therefore began to sniffle on the phone.
I'm sorry my trauma is bothering you, asshat. Fucking deal with it. I wasn't yelling, cursing, or blaming you. I wasn't bawling. I was sniffling and fighting back very quiet tears which made it hard to speak, you giant wad of suck. That is actually fairly restrained for me and I think after my third run-around of the day I have a right to be a little upset!
I am... displeased.
So I called the county clerk. Who told me that they don't have paperwork like that. They'll gladly file it for me, but an attorney has to actually provide it. And they gave me the number for legal aid of OK.
I called the plaintiff's attorneys back and left a message mentioning that the information they gave me was incorrect and that the county clerk said I needed paperwork from them. Still have not gotten a call back.
Called Legal Aid of OK. Was told that since I am above the poverty line they can not help me, but that it's a simple matter of filling out a form (that no one seems to know where to find). Oh, and since the default judgement has already been handed down My Credit Rating Has Probably Been Affected. He told me to call the JAG.
So I called the JAG who told me that I can't make an appointment but I'm more than welcome to wait until Tuesday, show up at 08:30 and sit around all day as a walk-in and hope they have time to sneak me in (except for when they close for lunch, then I have to leave). If not then I can wait until the Tuesday after and try it again.
Legal Aid of OK man did tell me I was making him uncomfortable. Because I was upset about my hard fought credit rating going down the crapper and the fact that I'm currently liable for a debt I was never part of until I fill out this mysterious form no one can give me and therefore began to sniffle on the phone.
I'm sorry my trauma is bothering you, asshat. Fucking deal with it. I wasn't yelling, cursing, or blaming you. I wasn't bawling. I was sniffling and fighting back very quiet tears which made it hard to speak, you giant wad of suck. That is actually fairly restrained for me and I think after my third run-around of the day I have a right to be a little upset!
I am... displeased.
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