landlord woes, trying to get a meal plan, trying to get a schedule
The last few days has seen some frustrations. I just got a Reese's like candy out of the library candy machine (yes, the college library, unlike the public library in town, allow users to eat, drink and be quietly merry if they so choose), because I am "behind" schedule. I wanted to write a query for a magazine that is online and in print and I spent an hour trying to look up an old article to email to said magazine and I just couldn't find it! I found an older one, on a student environmental team (see www.estonoa.org for more info -- my son Adam and I were a part of that for a while) that I will probably send instead!
The meal, my first meal back at the nicely laid out Muse Dining Hall, was almost not to be. The short, smiling lady with the blonde hair did a double take when she ran my ID card through the scanner and it said I had "zero" dollars on the account. But she was nice; she let me go in, and to find out about my meal plan.
So I went to both Student Accounts and Financial Aid in another building to see what was up. They informed me they couldn't properly credit my account, concerning my Stafford Loan, because I was taking 2 courses (last semester I took 4). I was part time now. Would I lose the overage on my account, which I wanted to pay for a commuting )90 meal, mostly lunch and once in a while dinner)? The lady in question told me no, I would get back the same amount for the Stafford loan. Yippee!
But I might have to wait a day or two till it kicks in. I may have to survive on what little we have back at the house.
Speaking of house, we had been TRYING to save money by shutting the water heater on and off. We did this many years at our house in Castlewood. Well the realty rep found out and was very nasty about it. She said the water heater would short out (she had no such proof). She threatened to lock the basement and our stuff in it if we continued to shut it off (my old landlord did no such thing). My husband actually said,
"you're threatening us." She's a pip-- like to bop her on the head. I suggested I contact the landlord myself about it and husband agreed. But I don't know the Landlord's name!