A recent reddit thread about questionable jobs revealed an real-estate worker willing to talk about his experiences foreclosing on homes. He expanded his experiences into a longer post that is eloquent, emotionally charged and revealing about the lasting impact of the global financial crisis.
[T]hey can get angry and defensive, tell me that they were never foreclosed on, tell me that I am trespassing and owe them $5,000 in “land use fees” for “using” their property as I walk to the front door. They threaten to sue, they threaten to call the cops, they say I should look under my car before I start it from now on. They send letters written in various forms of English – one time scribed in crayon – detailing their rights and how I am violating some maritime treaty from the 1700s. In my travels I have learned that if you copyright your name you can’t be named in any kind of legal action, if you never write down your ZIP code then you aren’t a resident of the United States and that if I tell somebody that their lender is offering them money to vacate while leaving the staircase (yes, these get stolen) and driveway (yes, these get stolen) in place then I am guilty of slave trading under some United Nations something or other.
Why my job is to watch dreams die (via the excellent NPR Planet Money blog)