I applied for repayment assistance (they can either put your account on hold or reduce your principal balance) in December.
Then I was told, in a letter that took ten days to get here, that I had to provide proof of my income for the month of December - my estimate of $800 wasn't actually that far off, I might add. So I sent them their proof, and according to the letter I got yesterday it was late and I needed to make a payment (from a bank account that no longer exists).
So I called them back, and right now another company is running NSLSC afairs on their behalf, and not only have they lost half my information because "I don't see that here in the system; no, we don't have that number listed", I have been granted an extension on my request that I was totally unaware of and would not have known about without calling.
Now I have to re-fill out all the forms I sent to them in December, along with more copies of my pay stubs, and they, in their generous way, will see what they can do. Oh, and they still want that payment from my non-existent bank account. For money I don't have and apparently am not allowed to save for the last two years of my education.
............ oh FFS! If that's not the most erect of dick moves I've seen in a while, I don't know my ass from an X-Box 360. Their slogan must read 'Go Team Retard!'
I hated it when my papers were 'not on file', when I had registered mail-tracking to prove it had been received. When I called them on that, (after they had pulled a similar stunt on me the year before) my papers were 'whoopsie!', suddenly on file.
Good luck on getting them straightened out. They always seem to cause more hurt than help and inflict more grief and strife than a few civil wars I can think of. Not to mention the psychological and emotional trauma. Come to think of it, I'd rather piss of a high ranking member of the Yakuza, the Mafia and a South American drug cartel than have to deal with the NSLSC again. It'd be less stressful, and probably less painful, in the sudden but inevitable end.
I'd be happy to pay them back, but I still have two more years of college to go. I hate feeling penalized for trying to finish my education at a school that isn't associated with them.
Plus it's the first thing I've really ever been passionately committed to finishing.
Then I was told, in a letter that took ten days to get here, that I had to provide proof of my income for the month of December - my estimate of $800 wasn't actually that far off, I might add. So I sent them their proof, and according to the letter I got yesterday it was late and I needed to make a payment (from a bank account that no longer exists).
So I called them back, and right now another company is running NSLSC afairs on their behalf, and not only have they lost half my information because "I don't see that here in the system; no, we don't have that number listed", I have been granted an extension on my request that I was totally unaware of and would not have known about without calling.
Now I have to re-fill out all the forms I sent to them in December, along with more copies of my pay stubs, and they, in their generous way, will see what they can do. Oh, and they still want that payment from my non-existent bank account. For money I don't have and apparently am not allowed to save for the last two years of my education.
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I hated it when my papers were 'not on file', when I had registered mail-tracking to prove it had been received. When I called them on that, (after they had pulled a similar stunt on me the year before) my papers were 'whoopsie!', suddenly on file.
Good luck on getting them straightened out. They always seem to cause more hurt than help and inflict more grief and strife than a few civil wars I can think of. Not to mention the psychological and emotional trauma. Come to think of it, I'd rather piss of a high ranking member of the Yakuza, the Mafia and a South American drug cartel than have to deal with the NSLSC again. It'd be less stressful, and probably less painful, in the sudden but inevitable end.
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Plus it's the first thing I've really ever been passionately committed to finishing.
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