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Jul. 15th, 2003 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesWhen in danger,
When in doubt,
Run in circles,
Scream and shout.
Or, spend twenty minutes on hold with the financial aid office, give up, go back through the labyrinthine voice mail system again, spend five more minutes on hold, actually talk to a real live helpful person in the Bursar's office, get off the phone and start filling out the FAFSA online. Which is what I did. There isn't enough room in my office to run in circles anyway. Filling the damn thing out wasn't nearly as traumatic as it could have been, since I'm not dependent on my parents any more, my only income is from my job, and 5 do my own taxes. So, the minute I get the PIN code to electronically sign the FAFSA, I submit that and start praying.
This is, mind you, completely separate from anything worklike that actually went on at work today. I spent the twenty minutes on hold making more of a dent in the evaluation survey collations. When I wasn't doing that, I was keeping a mental list of Projects (capital P fully intentional) my boss wants done before I leave, dealing with the fact that the office door lock broke again and the ceiling tiles needed replacing in the library and the A/V cabinet door fell off its hinges, and generally trying to keep my head above the mayhem.
If I have to commit one more responsible adult action today, I think my head is going to explode.
When in doubt,
Run in circles,
Scream and shout.
Or, spend twenty minutes on hold with the financial aid office, give up, go back through the labyrinthine voice mail system again, spend five more minutes on hold, actually talk to a real live helpful person in the Bursar's office, get off the phone and start filling out the FAFSA online. Which is what I did. There isn't enough room in my office to run in circles anyway. Filling the damn thing out wasn't nearly as traumatic as it could have been, since I'm not dependent on my parents any more, my only income is from my job, and 5 do my own taxes. So, the minute I get the PIN code to electronically sign the FAFSA, I submit that and start praying.
This is, mind you, completely separate from anything worklike that actually went on at work today. I spent the twenty minutes on hold making more of a dent in the evaluation survey collations. When I wasn't doing that, I was keeping a mental list of Projects (capital P fully intentional) my boss wants done before I leave, dealing with the fact that the office door lock broke again and the ceiling tiles needed replacing in the library and the A/V cabinet door fell off its hinges, and generally trying to keep my head above the mayhem.
If I have to commit one more responsible adult action today, I think my head is going to explode.
