Lacking a proper machete, I have only the desire to kill and conquer to get me through this week.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of time waiting in line, filling out forms, sitting on hold, and generally running around. It's like herding cats. Made of jello.
On Tuesday, I tried to get all of my financial stuff in order to find out that someone still has to autograph a form before I can get my loan money. This is unfortunate, as I have a rapidly dwindling account, tons of things I need (like books and soy sauce), and the not unreasonable expectation that I would be getting my loan money released to me on Tuesday. Ugh.
Wednesday I tried to investigate my health insurance by making doctor's appointments. Whether or not I actually am in the system remains to be seen when I show up for my first appointment. And in case insurance wasn't fun enough, it may depend on the registration I was unable to get done without waiting in a stupid line full of stupid undergrads who seem unable to fill out a stupid form.
Today I am trying to get all of my address changes completed. This should be a quick and painless procedure I should be able to do online. But when a car is involved, it necessarily involves phone calls, rolling eyes and that patience I generally lack. I have given up on trying to get the car put into Ohio, so instead I just want to have it registered to my permanent address. But all of this requires mail being sent all over the place, only some of which I can practically intercept. Grr.
I can't help but feel like I am being penalized for being conscientious.
on hold: something generically classical
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