Another rant
There are times when I can't stand my dad.
My mom tells me three weeks ago that I'm going to have to apply for financial aid this year. Ok, no big deal. Since I have no clue where any of the tax forms are or anything, I leave this chore to my dad. However, since the man is vehemently technologically illiterate, he refuses to let me file the thing online. So I track down a paper FAFSA and leave it for him to do. I kept reminding him, only to have it sit on his desk, blank. That went on til this morning.
I noticed it wasn't filled out. So I asked my mom if she could help me. She and I filled it out. Then my dad comes in the house, sees what we're doing, and checks it over before I leave for the post office, giving my very strict instructions that it HAS to get there by tomorrow, because the due date is Wednesday (yes, I'm aware that tomorrow's Tuesday)
Post office in Edinboro: can only guarentee that it'll get there by Wednesday.
Fedex up in Erie: can get it there by tomorrow, but doesn't ship to P.O. boxes
Big post office in Erie: maybe can get it there tomoorow def. by wednesday.
So I shell out the $16 for express shipping. I get home and tell my story, only to have him rant about the shipping costs. And then the clincher.
"If you would've filled it out last week like I told you to, you wouldn't have had this problem."
So I had to come in another room and type this so I wouldn't strangle him with my bare hands.