elanya

Okay, here we go! If you don't care about my finances and don't want to hear me call New Brunswick Student Loan people rude names, well, you may as well skip.

Actually, I'm still in a pretty good mood regardless of this crap, so if you are sticking around just for the amusment value of watching me say 'cumslot' repeatedly, I make no gurantees.

I'll start like this: Why, oh why are the Federal Loans people so much more competent than the Provincial ones?

They magically got my new addresss from *somewhere*, even though I haven't had any contact with them since around Christmas 2001. I can give government spy cameras the props to that, maybe, or else they got it from the NB fuckwits. Anyway, they didn't have my new phone number, so they called my mom's house, and left a message for me to call them back at a 1-800 (free!) number. So I did. And get this! The guy on the other end of the phone not only *had half a clue what he was talking about*, he was also friendly *and* helpful. Unfortunately, they were letting me know that my loan payments were to start next month. I guess I got that job just in time. Since I don't know if I am going to be able to afford a monthly payment of ~51 dollars yet (I hopefully should be able to, but I want to know what a paycheck is going to look like, for sure, before I commit to a payment plan). He said just to call them back before April 4th, and all was good, and also advised me that the interest rates on these loans are kind of insane, so that it was going to be in my best interest to may it off asap. I did know that, but he was only being helpful, and it was a much less scary reminder of my overwhelming debt than it could have been. So, yay federal loans people! Even when I had problems in England, they got sorted out relatively painlessly, and with much less frustration than I had in dealing with the province. Grr.

Speaking of the less-than-simian 'intellects' that are in charge of seeing that student residents of New Brunswick wind up owing their souls to Satan... I got a letter in the mail yesterday, as I mentioned last night, from a conversation I'd had on the phone while half-asleep several weeks ago (possibly less than that, my sense of time is unreliable at best).

Apparently the situation is currently this. Sheffield sent a refund to the Canadian Govenment, for 1,533.34 pounds, or $3,545.84 CAD. Which is $279.16 less than the original cheque they were supposed to be reimbursing, according to the province.

So now, *I* have until April 10th to contact him about paying this money back?

What the FUCK is with that? I mean, let's look at this situation. The provincial cumslots (that's 2!) sent the original cheque to the wrong address, so it was lost in the University's systems. (I think. Again, the fucktards thought they sent it to my mother's address for some reason, even though they were never supposed to, and of course, it never arrived there, unless it was stolen from our mailbox, which is apparently a possibility.) This caused me problems, because I couldn't pay off the rest of my tuition. Me and the University contacted the province, and a(t least one) replacement cheque was sent out, to my mother's address (and possibly one to the University?). I get the money passed through one of my bank accounts and have a bank transfer done to pay my fees (This payment later turns out to have been short 12 pounds, but with all the other retardedness that was going on, the university waved that. Yay them!).

A couple of months later, I find out that the University *did* get *a* cheque from the province. I find out about this because someone from the University not only cashed it, but was wondering why I had such a huge overpayment in my account, when I had only owed 12 pounds. I write him back asking where the money had come from, they said a gove't of NB cheque. I tried to get in touch with people to sort that out, for some reason, it didn't happen.

*Then* I hear from the province, who at that point was pretty much accusing me of cheque fraud. I talk to people at the university, they sort things out. Now, there are/were fuckwits at the university as well (the finance department comes to mind, since they aren't supposed to directly contact students, apparently, and also, they cashed a cheqwue when in theory, they should have known not to), but they (especially Meredit) have generally been very helpful. Also, sorting things out takes many months, and involes a lot of effort on my part, trying to get things organized, figuring out who should do what to fix the situation.

The assistant Director of the Student Loan Ass-Monkey brigade has called me at home several times. He is partonizing and ignorant. He thinks I owe him money. He is starting to have much of my wrath aimed at his person, instead of his team of old cunty whores. Ignorant, rude, bitchy, incompetent cumslotty whores. Actually, I think that they have earned a place of distinction on my Shitlist forever.

I want to write him an e-mail and ask exactly why *I* am expected to be finacially responsible here. Is there somethign I am missing? I haven't done a thing wrong, and yet I fear that I will never be able to disentangle myself from this mess.