student loan

They keep phoning me every bloody day - all because they fouled up my instructions and then proceeded to foul up again on the replacement cheque I sent them. It's enough to make a person want to leave the country. Not that I can think of another country I'd want to live in. Maybe I should vote for the BC Separatists - then I can leave the country without moving. That would be convenient.

Yup, I'm liking this regular work thing. Today was nothing but silly problems with the development servers and I got nothing much accomplished. If I was still independent I would have made no money today but with this "job" thing I still made money. Even with getting in late because of the post-dated cheque fiasco I still got six and a half hours in today. I'll work an extra half hour each day this week to make the time back that I lost this morning and I'll still be able to polish the week off with forty hours.

Well, the Royal reversed the NSF charge and will be returning the money from the post-dated cheque and mailing me the cheque as well. So the bank side of it is sorted out. It only actually took 15 minutes in the branch to get it all sorted out, but with waiting for the bank to open in the first place and walking to work because of the transit strike I ended up being two hours late for work. That's two hours I'm never going to get back. If you listen carefully you can hear the sound of tiny knives being thrust into my flesh.

I am soooooooo annoyed. I went to put a little money in the bank today after work and was very surprised to find an amount that didn't jive at all with what should have been in there (nothing). This concerned me, so I took a look at my online banking.

There is only one way to put this with the correct emphasis:

Holy Fuck! Fucking good fucking day, for fuck's sake! I mean, shit, fucking-A!

OK, as of yesterday I'm fielding phone calls from the Canada student loan people for the payment I missed this month and wondering how to keep my ass out of jail because I there was no way I could pay my taxes. I was questioning if I was maybe barking up the wrong tree romantically and there was still the seemingly inescapable detail of still being married to a lesbian.