The pains in my ass...

Telemarketers are a pain in the ass. Thank goodness for Caller ID and distinctive rings. I finally had it today. The phone had been ringing almost every hour this morning. I finally answered a call, the lady on the other end was cheerful, but I didn't give two shits. I asked her how many times she had called me today. She's like, 'Um, personally, this is the first time I called you.' I was like, well, apparently not. For the millionth time I told her we weren't interested and to put us on their 'DO NOT CALL' list. Next time someone calls I'll have to ask them to speak with their supervisor. Hmph.

I'm in such a bad mood today, and I really can't pinpoint why. After all, we are leaving for Las Vegas in 4 days. Maybe it's because I'm getting anxious.

Or maybe it's because J and I got stuck in traffic this morning on our shortcut route to Union Station. There was some construction going on, and this is generally a street that not a lot of people take, because it's in a residential area. They were building a condo, and there was a truck blocking the entire road because he was trying to get into the construction site. We didn't think it was going to take that long. It seemed the driver didn't know what the hell he was doing, he kept pulling in and out of the stupid driveway. Finally a woman on a bike who was in front of the jam turned around and caught our gaze and told us to turn back, because it was going to take a while. What a waste of freakin' 10 minutes, maybe even more.

J dropped me off at Union Station, and I got on the train. When I arrived at Rouge Hill about 45 minutes later (That's how far I live from J's house which is downtown), the bus that I take home was at the stop, and as I walked closer, the stupid driver couldn't even wait for my ass and decided to take off. So, I had to wait another 10 minutes for another bus to come. The walk from the station to my house is probably about 10 minutes, I got home in half an hour. I hate commuting. It's such a pain in the ass. A PAIN IN THE ASS!

Or maybe it's because I got home to a letter from school telling me that I forgot to send them documentation of my 'Academic Edits' for my loan. This was puzzling to me because when I had applied for the loan, it gave me a checklist with supporting documentation that I needed to send them, and I sent all of them. It didn't say anything about 'Academic Edits' which I didn't know what the hell meant, so I called the college.

The guy who answered I had already talked to in the past, and he's an idiot. First of all he mumbles, he speaks like he's some ghetto wannabe thug, and he's always saying 'Um' like he doesn't know what he's doing. So I asked him what it was, and apparently I have to send a letter to school regarding a course that I had switched from last semester. Are you kidding me?! Do I really have to do that? Why can't you just go into your records and realize that I had to switch courses because I lacked prerequisites. I mean, can't they figure it out? I swear, they can be so disorganized, I'm not feeling very pleased with them at all. (Due to other stuff that's happened, like misinformation, etc.) I swear, my school is a pain in the ASS!

Aargh!