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Hacked
And I’m not talking hairballs.
Yesterday started out like any other. I procrastinated through a lengthy breakfast. I wrote a bit, while simultaneously throwing the ball for my kitten, who plays fetch. Over, and over, and over. Then a client call.
During said client call, my google voice calling system started deluging me with calls. I sent them all to voicemail while apologizing to the client, and while throwing the cat’s ball. Over, and over, and over. I am quite the multitasker.
After hanging up with my client, I checked voicemail. No messages, but at least eight phone calls within the fifty minute client session. So, I did what any investigative journalist masquerading as a psychotherapist does. I started calling those numbers.
The first one added to the mystery. She’d received a suspicious email invoice from a pet food manufacturer. Only she had never bought their pet food. It had a pdf link she was smart enough not to open. She went to their website, found the customer service number, called it, and got me instead.
I don’t believe curiosity killed the cat, although it certainly makes my ball fetching kitten create huge messes, detailed in another story. So I called the second number. The woman who answered owns a company in Tampa. She had at least done business with the…
