ASU Bookstore is fuckin' with me...
Ok, so everyone by now knows I've spent nearly one thousand dollars of my student loan money on getting an ear infection cleared up that kept me out of school for a little over a week. I talked to my Vocational Rehablitation worker and they said that since they couldn't help me with expense I've already paid that I might be eligable for a program to get a laptop (were that thousand dollars was going to go if not for the infection.
It was approved and in time for me to be able to get a free iPod/iTouch from Apple's back to school program. This all happened while I was still on some heavy duty narcotic painkillers for the continual root canal that was occurring on the side of my face.
The authorization for the laptop from VR was faxed to the ASU Bookstore on Monday of this week. I was told that they wouldn't have any laptops untill the end of the week anyway so I make it over to the Bookstore on Wednesday to talk to them about the laptop and they say they had just gotten their shipment but the paperwork from VR had been lost or missplaced. I contact my case worker and they fax a new one over. I return on Thursday and the person I needed to speak to about the laptop and the authorization had just went to lunch. So I decided hang out at the library for an hour and when I come back they tell me that she had decided to go home after lunch and won't be back until tommrow. They insured me that they would keep one of the six laptops they had for me until tommrow.
I go to campus after getting off work on Fri. mourning form HIE and the women I needed to speak to was running late. I agian run to the library and while I'm there buy our resident bum (Issac I think) a chocolate scone which he poceeds to cuss me out for because he dosen't like chocolate. I go back to the library and they tell me that they have FINALLY processed the paperwork..."however" they tell me they are now sold out of the laptops. While the guy I've been talking to this entire time (a cool guy I get along with and for which I blame none of this on) was out to lunch yesterday on Thurs. a new girl who just began working there sold the one that was reserved for me to someone who was paying with a credit card.
After he drops this bombshell on me he tells me (even though the first authorization was sent two days before the deadline but they lost it) that I would not be eligable for the free iPod/iTouch because the authorization wasn't processed untill today. I could have started screaming that the reason the authorization hadn't been processed was because they lost it and that the one doing the process had decided to go to lunch and then go home early to screw her pool boy but I let it go because the guy telling me this didn't deserve it. (Working in a Hotel eventually shows you that there is not point in yelling at the peons)
So this mourning I receive and e-mail from the guy that had been helping me at the Bookstore that he had conviced the husy responsible for the late processing to push the date back so i would be eligable. A little bit of hope flooed into the desolate recess of my broken soul at this point (emo, I know, get over it). Considering my iPod had been stolen at the beginning of the semester, this one something I was very excited about. I drove over to the Bookstore today to get the iPod, almost forgiving all of the crap over the last two weeks, what with the ear infection, weeks worth of homework, and the laptop fiasco. I go in and the guy there tells me he has no invoice, record or even the slightest idea of who I am and that if I am eligable for it he can't help me because the women (my nemisis at this point) didn't finish putting me into the system. I sigh, accept this kick to the balls and leave without the slightest protest.
There is no reason to lie, the last few weeks have been pretty bad. I've began to drink my own urin and I spend most of my time in the bathtub masterbating to a bone necklace I made from two escort girls I killed last week.
P.S. The last paragraph is a quote from American Pycho by Bret Easton Ellis. Awesome book.
It was approved and in time for me to be able to get a free iPod/iTouch from Apple's back to school program. This all happened while I was still on some heavy duty narcotic painkillers for the continual root canal that was occurring on the side of my face.
The authorization for the laptop from VR was faxed to the ASU Bookstore on Monday of this week. I was told that they wouldn't have any laptops untill the end of the week anyway so I make it over to the Bookstore on Wednesday to talk to them about the laptop and they say they had just gotten their shipment but the paperwork from VR had been lost or missplaced. I contact my case worker and they fax a new one over. I return on Thursday and the person I needed to speak to about the laptop and the authorization had just went to lunch. So I decided hang out at the library for an hour and when I come back they tell me that she had decided to go home after lunch and won't be back until tommrow. They insured me that they would keep one of the six laptops they had for me until tommrow.
I go to campus after getting off work on Fri. mourning form HIE and the women I needed to speak to was running late. I agian run to the library and while I'm there buy our resident bum (Issac I think) a chocolate scone which he poceeds to cuss me out for because he dosen't like chocolate. I go back to the library and they tell me that they have FINALLY processed the paperwork..."however" they tell me they are now sold out of the laptops. While the guy I've been talking to this entire time (a cool guy I get along with and for which I blame none of this on) was out to lunch yesterday on Thurs. a new girl who just began working there sold the one that was reserved for me to someone who was paying with a credit card.
After he drops this bombshell on me he tells me (even though the first authorization was sent two days before the deadline but they lost it) that I would not be eligable for the free iPod/iTouch because the authorization wasn't processed untill today. I could have started screaming that the reason the authorization hadn't been processed was because they lost it and that the one doing the process had decided to go to lunch and then go home early to screw her pool boy but I let it go because the guy telling me this didn't deserve it. (Working in a Hotel eventually shows you that there is not point in yelling at the peons)
So this mourning I receive and e-mail from the guy that had been helping me at the Bookstore that he had conviced the husy responsible for the late processing to push the date back so i would be eligable. A little bit of hope flooed into the desolate recess of my broken soul at this point (emo, I know, get over it). Considering my iPod had been stolen at the beginning of the semester, this one something I was very excited about. I drove over to the Bookstore today to get the iPod, almost forgiving all of the crap over the last two weeks, what with the ear infection, weeks worth of homework, and the laptop fiasco. I go in and the guy there tells me he has no invoice, record or even the slightest idea of who I am and that if I am eligable for it he can't help me because the women (my nemisis at this point) didn't finish putting me into the system. I sigh, accept this kick to the balls and leave without the slightest protest.
There is no reason to lie, the last few weeks have been pretty bad. I've began to drink my own urin and I spend most of my time in the bathtub masterbating to a bone necklace I made from two escort girls I killed last week.
P.S. The last paragraph is a quote from American Pycho by Bret Easton Ellis. Awesome book.