one of those days
Jul. 20th, 2007 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessi woke up exhausted. I'm sure knowing that talking to student loan companies today was going to take it right out of me has caused these restless nights.
But before i tackled those idiots I decided, let me go do laundry. Now I always sit in the library which shares a parking lot with the laundromat, while my clothes wash, trusting i won't get ripped off. It's worth losing some clothes to keep away from the freaks at the laundromat. What is it about them that attracts the moon units?
Today all seems well. Clothes go in. I go to the library and confirm my Harry Potter list placement means I'll see it in Decemeber, find the new mystery I wanted and select test questions for monday. I go back to the mat to put the clothes in the dryer. There's a woman there folding her clothes and a man, late 40's early 50's, leaning on the table next to my washers, talking to her. At first I assume that they know each other but quickly realize no, he's trying to save her soul.
So i figure hurry up before he decides I need saving. I open washer #1 and something happened that's never happened before. it didn't spin dry. ARGH. Of course. Now I have to hand wring them all out. This will take forever. I've now been spotted by the man who grabs his clothes and scoots behind me saying 'if i brush up against you, it don't mean nothing (all said in a very KY accent), i just need to get around you....then again it does mean something. I'm single. I've been single a LONG time (you don't say, color me surprised). Are you single too? (well yes but I have a strict no-fucking prophets rule so sorry buddy). I grunt something at him and wring faster.
This avails me not. He starts asking me if I've had a supernatural intervention (well not the kind you mean) and that he is god's prophet and he can help me. Fuck wringing, I'll just shove in extra quarters in the dryer and put it on hot. Drag clothes out of all three dryers, make half-human noises at the man and his questions. The other woman sees her chance and flees. I have to load the washers. I finally escape back to the library.
I even wait extra long past the due time before I return to mat for my clothes. There he is, standing outside smoking (apparently Angels who come to tell us what to do haven't spoken to him about this vice). He asked me 'you over around the corner with a man' (why yes, I hook in the alley thank you), 'no, sir. I was at the library' 'now, i know the type, you were with some woman's man' (i'd tell you I'm gay but i'm alone with you and you might kill me) (no sir, i was at the library working). I escaped into the building but he follows me in naturally. And as I fold clothes into the bushel he asks what was i working on. A test. For what. I teach biology (maybe intelligence will scare him off like it has so many men I talk to). Biology? I don't know nothing about that except that it says bisexuality is biologic and I don't want nothing to do with that (bisexual? Well that's a curious choice for a rant, but all right). Fuck folding, i own an iron. I just stuffed them into the bushel and fled with him telling me we don't need college, just go to the library and learn it ourselves. He follows me out to the car, still babbling how he wants me to vote for him for president (why not, you're nuts enough). I hope he's not there EVERY friday.
Get home to look at my student loan stuff. They have NO contact phone number, just an adddress where they want everyt hing sent. They want TWO private lending institutions statements of what a loan will cover me. They actually think I'm going to go get a private loan to cover THEM. (You know the interest rate might be lower, wonder if i could get that loan). they also expect payment in full by this time next month and want a written letter of explanation why i can't write them a check for 80 grand. Because I don't have EIGHT grand in my account let alone 80. Hey, want a supernatural intervention? I know a guy...
But before i tackled those idiots I decided, let me go do laundry. Now I always sit in the library which shares a parking lot with the laundromat, while my clothes wash, trusting i won't get ripped off. It's worth losing some clothes to keep away from the freaks at the laundromat. What is it about them that attracts the moon units?
Today all seems well. Clothes go in. I go to the library and confirm my Harry Potter list placement means I'll see it in Decemeber, find the new mystery I wanted and select test questions for monday. I go back to the mat to put the clothes in the dryer. There's a woman there folding her clothes and a man, late 40's early 50's, leaning on the table next to my washers, talking to her. At first I assume that they know each other but quickly realize no, he's trying to save her soul.
So i figure hurry up before he decides I need saving. I open washer #1 and something happened that's never happened before. it didn't spin dry. ARGH. Of course. Now I have to hand wring them all out. This will take forever. I've now been spotted by the man who grabs his clothes and scoots behind me saying 'if i brush up against you, it don't mean nothing (all said in a very KY accent), i just need to get around you....then again it does mean something. I'm single. I've been single a LONG time (you don't say, color me surprised). Are you single too? (well yes but I have a strict no-fucking prophets rule so sorry buddy). I grunt something at him and wring faster.
This avails me not. He starts asking me if I've had a supernatural intervention (well not the kind you mean) and that he is god's prophet and he can help me. Fuck wringing, I'll just shove in extra quarters in the dryer and put it on hot. Drag clothes out of all three dryers, make half-human noises at the man and his questions. The other woman sees her chance and flees. I have to load the washers. I finally escape back to the library.
I even wait extra long past the due time before I return to mat for my clothes. There he is, standing outside smoking (apparently Angels who come to tell us what to do haven't spoken to him about this vice). He asked me 'you over around the corner with a man' (why yes, I hook in the alley thank you), 'no, sir. I was at the library' 'now, i know the type, you were with some woman's man' (i'd tell you I'm gay but i'm alone with you and you might kill me) (no sir, i was at the library working). I escaped into the building but he follows me in naturally. And as I fold clothes into the bushel he asks what was i working on. A test. For what. I teach biology (maybe intelligence will scare him off like it has so many men I talk to). Biology? I don't know nothing about that except that it says bisexuality is biologic and I don't want nothing to do with that (bisexual? Well that's a curious choice for a rant, but all right). Fuck folding, i own an iron. I just stuffed them into the bushel and fled with him telling me we don't need college, just go to the library and learn it ourselves. He follows me out to the car, still babbling how he wants me to vote for him for president (why not, you're nuts enough). I hope he's not there EVERY friday.
Get home to look at my student loan stuff. They have NO contact phone number, just an adddress where they want everyt hing sent. They want TWO private lending institutions statements of what a loan will cover me. They actually think I'm going to go get a private loan to cover THEM. (You know the interest rate might be lower, wonder if i could get that loan). they also expect payment in full by this time next month and want a written letter of explanation why i can't write them a check for 80 grand. Because I don't have EIGHT grand in my account let alone 80. Hey, want a supernatural intervention? I know a guy...
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Date: 2007-07-20 10:10 pm (UTC)What. A. Fucking. Lunatic. *hugs*
Sheesh. I often find that turning on the Bitch-o-Meter at the crazies works. Even nutty people don't like to suddenly be screamed at.
Um yes and student loans are eeeevil.
*sympathy* *comfort* *helps you iron and fold* *hands you a cattleprod for next time*
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Date: 2007-07-21 01:49 am (UTC)and loans are very evil
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Date: 2007-07-21 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-21 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-21 12:09 am (UTC)I'm glad I don't have to deal with student loans yet. I still need to get my GED....I hate math, it's the only part holding me back.
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Date: 2007-07-21 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-21 01:36 am (UTC)math has never been my friend either (in spite my minor in it). GED would be good though
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Date: 2007-07-21 12:36 am (UTC)*headdesk*
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Date: 2007-07-21 02:56 am (UTC)And yeah, laundry mats.... every single time I go into the public ones there's always so psycho there who makes me think his/her parent's shouldn't be allowed to breed. And he/she should be sterilized.
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