some days just are
The past couple of days have been sort of stressful.
Yesterday, I realized that I have to start paying off my student loans. That is distressing to me for some reason. I guess it's not really the money that bothers me...I think it's the fact that it's already been close to six months and I didn't apply for grad school. Not to mention, I'm working at a place where I get paid little more than minimum wage. I mean, I guess I kind of knew that I would be taking a pretty lengthy break from academia, but it's just a disheartening reminder...this student loan nonsense. Also...I have four loans, all from the Department of Education. Does that mean I should consolidate? I don't even know what that means. I should research these things. They seem important. To the bat cave!
Anyway, as I was realizing that student loans are expensive and have terrible interest rates, I thought, "Oh yeah, isn't there some other bill I was supposed to pay?"
Indeed there was.
When we first moved out here, we received a bill from Forest City -- the company that owns the military housing we used to live in -- stating that we owed them 1,000ish dollars. I called them and asked what it was for, because I really had no idea what it was for. They told me that it was for the last month's rent and some sort of inane pet fee. I told them that I didn't have a job yet and that money was tight, and they said, "Oh, no worries. We know you were friends with Liz, so just take your time with it."
Liz is a friend of mine who used to work at that particular office, who was transferred a while ago to an office far, far away.
Anyway. So, time went on, and my mind was preoccupied with job searching, the Department of Veteran's Affairs, and my utter hatred for cockroaches. I never received another bill or phone call from Forest City asking for their money. Naturally, I forgot about it. It's hard to remember these things when you have other monthly bills to worry about.
So, yesterday, whilst thinking about my loans, I remembered this very bill. I called them and asked why I hadn't been receiving bills.
They replied, "Oh, we sent you to collections."
"EXCUSE ME?"
"Yeah, you weren't making payments."
"Yeah, I wasn't RECEIVING BILLS."
"Well, didn't Liz call you?"
"Why would Liz call me?"
"Oh, she was supposed to tell you that you were getting sent to collections."
"Why was SHE supposed to tell me? She doesn't even work for you anymore! Why is it her responsibility?!"
"Well, she is a Forest City rep."
"Well, she was never MY rep. She never had anything to do with my move-in, move-out, or anything else."
*insert me wanting to rip this bitch apart*
"Well, here, call this number and ask for Jackie. She should be able to help you if you've intercepted it in time."
So, I call this Jackie. She is very helpful, even though I am frantic and pissed beyond all else. She tells me what to do, and I send them a cashier's check this morning.
I am in complete awe at these people.
1. You have not sent me a bill in four months.
2. You have not spoken to me in four months.
3. You are sending me to collections, but have not notified me of this.
4. You have based our entire transaction on my friend, Liz, who doesn't work for you.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Complete ridiculous. I still need to talk to the site manager about it. And I plan on complaining to some higher-ups in the corporate offices.
I just don't understand why people are so stupid sometimes. And seriously, I have LITERALLY never paid a bill late. Never. My credit score is like...740. It is just absolute ridiculous. UGH.
Moving on.
Today at work, I actually got to transcribe something. This is the first time this has happened, even though it's supposed to be my entire job. It was fun. I liked it. I don't really hate that person I mentioned in my earlier post. I just think we butt heads sometimes. It happens.
I think i sort of like my shift. It seems to go by a lot faster than the other shift. I never catch myself looking at the clock and I always work up until someone says, "Feel like going home?" And then I realize it's 11. Oops. Haha.
The only think I really hate is how Tav an I have opposing schedules. That really sucks. And working Friday until 11pm is really going to suck. How am I supposed to see New Moon!??! FACK.
Haha.
I like writing. It's nice.
Byeee!
Yesterday, I realized that I have to start paying off my student loans. That is distressing to me for some reason. I guess it's not really the money that bothers me...I think it's the fact that it's already been close to six months and I didn't apply for grad school. Not to mention, I'm working at a place where I get paid little more than minimum wage. I mean, I guess I kind of knew that I would be taking a pretty lengthy break from academia, but it's just a disheartening reminder...this student loan nonsense. Also...I have four loans, all from the Department of Education. Does that mean I should consolidate? I don't even know what that means. I should research these things. They seem important. To the bat cave!
Anyway, as I was realizing that student loans are expensive and have terrible interest rates, I thought, "Oh yeah, isn't there some other bill I was supposed to pay?"
Indeed there was.
When we first moved out here, we received a bill from Forest City -- the company that owns the military housing we used to live in -- stating that we owed them 1,000ish dollars. I called them and asked what it was for, because I really had no idea what it was for. They told me that it was for the last month's rent and some sort of inane pet fee. I told them that I didn't have a job yet and that money was tight, and they said, "Oh, no worries. We know you were friends with Liz, so just take your time with it."
Liz is a friend of mine who used to work at that particular office, who was transferred a while ago to an office far, far away.
Anyway. So, time went on, and my mind was preoccupied with job searching, the Department of Veteran's Affairs, and my utter hatred for cockroaches. I never received another bill or phone call from Forest City asking for their money. Naturally, I forgot about it. It's hard to remember these things when you have other monthly bills to worry about.
So, yesterday, whilst thinking about my loans, I remembered this very bill. I called them and asked why I hadn't been receiving bills.
They replied, "Oh, we sent you to collections."
"EXCUSE ME?"
"Yeah, you weren't making payments."
"Yeah, I wasn't RECEIVING BILLS."
"Well, didn't Liz call you?"
"Why would Liz call me?"
"Oh, she was supposed to tell you that you were getting sent to collections."
"Why was SHE supposed to tell me? She doesn't even work for you anymore! Why is it her responsibility?!"
"Well, she is a Forest City rep."
"Well, she was never MY rep. She never had anything to do with my move-in, move-out, or anything else."
*insert me wanting to rip this bitch apart*
"Well, here, call this number and ask for Jackie. She should be able to help you if you've intercepted it in time."
So, I call this Jackie. She is very helpful, even though I am frantic and pissed beyond all else. She tells me what to do, and I send them a cashier's check this morning.
I am in complete awe at these people.
1. You have not sent me a bill in four months.
2. You have not spoken to me in four months.
3. You are sending me to collections, but have not notified me of this.
4. You have based our entire transaction on my friend, Liz, who doesn't work for you.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Complete ridiculous. I still need to talk to the site manager about it. And I plan on complaining to some higher-ups in the corporate offices.
I just don't understand why people are so stupid sometimes. And seriously, I have LITERALLY never paid a bill late. Never. My credit score is like...740. It is just absolute ridiculous. UGH.
Moving on.
Today at work, I actually got to transcribe something. This is the first time this has happened, even though it's supposed to be my entire job. It was fun. I liked it. I don't really hate that person I mentioned in my earlier post. I just think we butt heads sometimes. It happens.
I think i sort of like my shift. It seems to go by a lot faster than the other shift. I never catch myself looking at the clock and I always work up until someone says, "Feel like going home?" And then I realize it's 11. Oops. Haha.
The only think I really hate is how Tav an I have opposing schedules. That really sucks. And working Friday until 11pm is really going to suck. How am I supposed to see New Moon!??! FACK.
Haha.
I like writing. It's nice.
Byeee!