I warn all this is a rant! It is Huge, dire and Angry.
Ok I admit, I live in disorder and chaos. I have stacks of paper all over my room, I don't what the papers are for. All I know is; that it's probably not a good idea to throw them out.
One of these lovely papers is my student loan letter telling me about 3 months ago that I can apply for my new loan. Which I really hate having already, being vaguly aware of the fact I am not even twenty one and am over 9000 in debt is a painful reality.
Also knowing that I probably wont ever get a good enough job to pay it off another painful thought. It has no date of the final deadline on it which means that a black mark is not put in my diary.
I have missed the deadline.
But its ok right? So has about another 300,000 students across the county.
I go to log on.
But its ok right? So has about another 300,000 students across the county.
I go to log on.
It asks me for information and passwords that I have not used for over a YEAR. My childhod superhero? Yeah its the same one but however I probably spelt it differently than I do now, did I use a capital? Did I put numbers in it to be UBER secure? Probably, I don't know, or really care
I go onto the dire website once a year, and its horrible.
Its latest news is in wrong order (Oldest at the top?) telling me at the very bottom of a list of wonderful changes to a site that I can no longer apply online.
Whooooooooo, shame I was never actually sent the form. So being used to the questions a computer buff would ask: I ask myself, or my laptop depending on how you look at talking aloud: "Can I download the form off the internet? I can print it off and fill it out presto simplicity yay!"
NO, NO you can't: 404 this page does not exist blah blah.
I want to smash my computer! My form is late. My fault entirely, but there is no such thing as simplicity. Why? Why can I not get the form off the net? Oh and I have forgotten to mention this wonderfully designed website keeps loging me out! 3 questions every time just to get back in!
If I had tried to fill out the bloody thing on time
I would have given up already, pretending it doesn't exist.
I would have given up already, pretending it doesn't exist.
Oh look a "contact us number". Buisness, nevermind, its important.
A MACHINE: Fuck you machine! Fuck you! I'm paying to talk to a machine, a machine!
A MACHINE: Fuck you machine! Fuck you! I'm paying to talk to a machine, a machine!
screw you guys! like I want the bloody loan any who
WAIT no... I need it. Yay for the debt filled generation!
WAIT no... I need it. Yay for the debt filled generation!
1 comment:
Hey,
It's been a long time since I've told you how wonderful you are, I know, but like you, I haven't been on myspace in months. I checked out your page at blogger... you are kinda awesome - I'll look forward to more of your musings.
Check out my blog; I haven't updated it in a year, and I fear I'm not as witty or ironic as you.
I've decided to quit Texas, and go abroad, so I'm moving to the other side of the Atlantic at the end of the year.
How be you?
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