If you have ever had a credit card company lose your payment you have probably experienced corporate doublespeak.

A good example; You get a late notice from your credit card company. Instead of paying the minimum you pay the entire account off. Afterward they keep sending late notices and making phone calls. You phone them, you e-mail them, and you even send letters by snail mail to them.

All responses you receive from them are in lawyer language. They admit nothing and say nothing that makes any sense except to say that you are late with your payment and you will be reported to the credit bureau. Then mysteriously two weeks after payment had been sent electronically to them the payment posts and the calls end.

1)tribute to a mafia boss.
2)a percent expected to be paid back from a loan.
3)the juice or cut to be lost or refunded(by winning) in gambling.

Simply put, the worst job that any human being can ever take...where you start out making a handful of shit for payment, and smell like fry grease when you go home.

Overcrowded and under developed, Deltona is home to crazy mean old people, new young families, wanna be "gangsta" teenagers... and most importantly, deranged lunatics.

Deltona is a huge sprawling area of winding streets that lead to more winding streets that lead to more winding streets. The neighborhoods are as mismatched as the people, with shacks falling down next door to huge, weird looking 2 story homes. You can find the poorest inhabitants of this city zipping around town in their souped up BMW's, gas guzzling SUV's, or Mercedes... because even though they can't scrape together enough money to pay the electric bill they have no problem coughing up $450 for a car payment.

There is nothing to do in Deltona. Young families flock to "Dewey O", the local park, like wildebeest to a watering hole. Old people go door to door, soliciting their religion. Teenagers spend the majority of their time vandalizing things, smoking things, snorting things up their noses, or beating the living hell out of one another.

With a Walgreens on every corner, you'll never have to do without your pharmaceuticals.

The best part about Deltona is that you never know what you'll get killed for. Maybe over an X box? Maybe over the way you looked at that guy at the gas pump? Or maybe just because someone felt like it.

A process of sending mail in Scandinavia. You must insert your mail and a payment of 10 acorns into the hatch in the rear of a donkey and pray the donkey does not get lost on the way to its destination.

When an acquaintance has worn out their usefulness and must pay a monetary sum for the relationship to continue being mutually beneficial.

Work Place Related (When reading consider your field of business and the different departments that handle each call/field) The job of the receptionist is to gather information from client (answer their questions/make appt/or get said client to the right department rep)

When performing duties at place of employment, the receptionist at said employer receives then immediately proceeds to transfer a phone call to you with no regard to topic matter or point of contact of client. (Done as Ghost, no point of origin) This said call is done blindly meaning the call does not have an origin of who has transfered this call to you. No information is given to person about to receive this phone call prior to receiving call. Many times the caller hasnt even finished explaining what they need help with. Receptionist is in such a rush to get off the phone that they don;t take the time to consider caller/clients needs. Once this initial GHOST TRANSFER has been initiated the original caller is lost in transfer cyber space.

All in all this is poor customer service. If the receptionist had listened to caller originally; their concerns would have been addressed. For the person that received the GHOST TRANSFER they would have received about 5-20 minutes of wasted time. POINT IS- do your job and listen to what the client is needing. The front line phone employees are business first impressions................they may be the last