Thursday, January 08, 2004

FINANCIAL AID SUCKS ASS

So remember a few weeks/months whatever, ago when I lamented about forgetting to defer my motherfucking tuition, so the bastards at bcc dropped my classes without so much as a courtesy email/phone call etc? So I re-registered way late, and am still technically waitlisted for my math class. I should find out before the end of next week if I am officially 'in' or not. Today was the day to pick up the financial aid checks, so I waited in line for a few minutes until the Nazi's with our money deemed it time to dole out the aid. Incidentally, your fucking job is to check my ID and hand me my check, perhaps you could be a little less insolent you withered hag(s).

Of course, as such is my life, my check was not there. No, no... all because "you registered late, so it set back the transfer of funds." I smiled when 'Rita' said that. "no, Rita, you see, I registered at the time of my appointment. I did however forget to defer my payment, and the powers that be dropped me from my classes without any notification, so when I checked to see which textbooks I'd need I found out I was not enrolled anymore." She stared at me blankly. "Well, it doesn't matter because I can't accept this attendance validation anyway." I said "why not?" Rita: "because it's not from a professor of a class you are enrolled in."
Me: I beg your pardon?

Rita: You are enrolled in (peers down to get a good look at her computer screen through her bifocals) um... astronomy and uh... writing. No math class. (she hands me back my validation form.)

Me: I am waitlisted for that class, and only number 3, so it is likely I'll get into it officially tommorrow or next week. My other classes are online, so I can't get a note from them.

Rita: Nope, waitlist doesn't count, because you registered late--

Me: No, I didn't register late, you dropped me.

Rita: regardless, your check won't be ready until next week. NEXT!!

ugh. I hate Rita. Hate. Hate. Hate. I hate financial aid, and Bcc and all of the bureaucratic bullshit that goes along with it. It's a good thing I'm not counting on that money to reimburse me for the wad of bills I laid down this week for books. Holy cow.

So, satchel is having an..erm.. 'procedure' done tommorrow. I only know this because he has decided that we are friends since my show of niceness yesterday. Gah. He told me "I won't be in on Friday... well, if it were up to me I would be, but my wife and my doctor have told me to just go home afterwards." I pretended to be nonchalant, he continued when I didn't say anything. "yeah... I might be in for a bit in the morning, but after that, I won't be. Should go home I guess and let the anasthesia (sp?) wear off." Finally I took the bait. "ok, what's going on?" he's having a colonoscopy; he gets one annually I guess. I couldn't believe he would want to come in after a procedure like that. The day some doctor shoves a scope up my ass and swirls it around inside my colon will be the last fucking day I feel like showing up to work thankyouverymuch. That aside, TOO MUCH INFORMATION MAN!

I will, (if it is the last thing I do) post the NY pics tonight. I promise. I'll send out a notify when I do. Until then, here's a pic of me and Aaron and perhaps a glimpse into the distant future...





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