As I promised, an actual post. So first week!!! Still running around trying to finish up the nit-picky things like, for example, getting to enjoy the line at the financial office this morning. Why on Earth would anyone willingly go stand in that line you ask? Loans. A sad truth but a truth that kept me standing in a line for half an hour to then get and enjoy the oh so helpful service of the financial office employee. Weee.
This tale begins last week. I'd already paid a couple desperate calls to Ontario, asking them when I was getting money as I had, you know, rent, groceries, tuition and textbooks to pay for (oh how I hate buying textbooks. It's the beginning of term royal screwing over). After sitting on hold and listening to the cheery voice saying over and over "if this is about this go here. If this is about this go here. If this is about this you need to go here. PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY TALK TO US IF IT CAN BE AT ALL HELPED!!!!" I got a living human who spent the conversation trying to get rid of me. I've found you have to speak fairly quickly and cut them off in order to get your questions in, otherwise it's "thankyougoodbye" *click*. I have had it happen. Calling back SUCKS!!!
Anyways, this person informed me that once my school confirmed my enrollment they would release the money to me. When would this happen? After the first week. Was there anything I needed to do? Go to my financial office? Nope. They'll take care of it. Just wait. Thankyougoodbye *click*.
Time goes by and after some confusion with my financial office (I do have to actually go in, the liars) I found myself in the aforementioned line. Now, I'm in this line post confusion with the financial office, panic that I won't be able to get my loans until next month and with cramps. It began to feel to me like my body was determined to make the financial office experience as horrid as possible. I was lucky and beat the long line by maybe five minutes but I ended up behind three people who did not know what they were doing or had wrong info or had come to the wrong place or who felt like arguing with the financial person. Ugh. As I stood there, on the third floor of an old building (re: no air circulation) I could feel my cramps increasing, the temperature of the room increasing and apparently my stomach felt left out and decided it wanted lunch then.
Needless to say that by the time I got there I was less than cheery but determined to not slow things down, I smiled at the lady and handed her my stuff. She looked it over, nodded and began to fill stuff in on the computer. Then the phone rang. She took the call. And then chatted with the person on the other end of the line about their money, put them on hold, spoke to her boss about how to get the person their money, talked to the person again and then spoke to me. Ugh.
I have a high tolerance for crap when I know it is to my advantage to keep my mouth shut but my knees were deciding to quit on me, I'm pretty sure my uterus was trying to exit my body and I could feel sweat running down my back so my temper was very short. Thankfully, I did not go on a murdering rampage. I did, however, speak somewhat curtly. There, that'll show her!
Now I'm sitting waiting for my next class fantasizing about a hot water bottle, Buffy episode and a mug of hot chocolate. In the mean time I suppose I will content myself with reading about poisonous plants and the Duchess of Northumberland, Jane Percy (she is officially a new hero of mine) and her Alnwick Gardens. Check out the awesome stuff on the poison gardens. This woman is the best.
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