More Bullshit with ECU

Well, since nobody attempted to cheer me up earlier (it's cool... I know how it is...) I guess I'll have to pour my heart out to my gracious blog once again... in order to fully understand my day today, I'd have to start last night...

Last night, I was informed that I had to write an essay on my most hated subject: Shakespeare... ever since I learned I had to take this class, I've dreaded it... and it's not that Shakespeare is a bad writer, quite the contrary... dude was way ahead of his time but I hate how English professors tend to suck this dude's dick like he's just the best thing ever... just because he was the best playwright of his time doesn't make him the best of ALL time... it's just like how people claim 'Pac and Biggie are the best ever just because they were the best at the time... or how people claim MJ is the best of all time when he's really the best SO FAR... I mean it's a scary thought but at some point, someone will surpass Jordan's greatness... so that's my issue with this guy... people are on his jock like he's just fucking awesome and he's really not...

But I digress, I had to write this paper for my class today... so I spent like two hours just staring at the words and it was horrid... like... I couldn't even grasp what I was reading... so eventually I just said 'fuck it' and left it alone...

I went to Subway... I hadn't eaten all day and for a person like me who doesn't have very many funds, is trying to eat somewhat healthy and whose meal plan has not yet kicked in (more on THAT bullshit later), Subway is a godsend... you can't beat $5 foot longs... so I get to Subway and the line is moderately long... now I used to work at Subway... and I worked the night shift by myself... on those times where I'd have like six or seven people waiting, I worked FASTER... these motherfuckers worked SLOWER... that's ass-fucking-backwards... not to mention there are THREE motherfuckers making the sandwich... if that's not supposed to speed up the process then what is? And the first person has the least responsibility and STILL somehow takes longer than the other two... all this particular person had to do was slice the bread open and put the fucking meat on it...

That's it...

She doesn't even put your cheese on the shit... just slice bread, insert meat (pause)... and it took her fucking twenty minutes to do that shit... meanwhile, the next two people takes care of the cheese, putting it in the toaster, putting on condiments, wrapping it, etc... I mean, where's your fucking work ethic...? I heard the buzzer for the toaster go off and the slice bread-meat girl just stood there while the other two are hustling to fix the sandwiches that she's not even helping to make... so after another (literally) ten minutes of standing there, she gets to the toaster and of course the fucking sandwiches are burnt to a crisp... luckily for HER, that wasn't my shit because I'd have had some words for that ass... (let it also be noted that I prefer to have my sandwiches untoasted unless it's a turkey sub... yesterday, I had oven roasted chicken breast, so there was no conflict)... so after like thirty minutes, I finally get my chicken breast-cheese-tomatoes-lettuce-green peppers-pickles-mayo sub and I get to the check-out... now at The Galley, where you get your sandwich is completely independent to where you pay...

So I get to the register and I got my $5.35 ready... I look at the screen and it says $8.96... I look around to see if I somehow managed to pick up something and didn't realize and perhaps that's why I'm being charged almost four dollars extra... when I see that I haven't, I tell dude "oh, nah, I just got a chicken breast sub... that's on the five dollar joint..." this motherfucker proceeds to tell me I got double meat, double cheese and bacon... I look at this nigga like "how the fuck you gonna tell me what I got on MY sandwich? I was right there when they were making it... you have a wall blocking your vision..." So then this dude proceeds to look at me like I'm crazy and with an upraised eyebrow asks me "Son, you tryna tell me you didn't get double meat and double cheese? Come on homie..." So I look back at him like "what the fuck?" So he looked to be around fifty pounds lighter than me and says "Come on now homie... I get double meat all the time and that shit barely fills me up... so I know YOU had to get that joint too..." I mean what the fuck is going on here? Do I have "I eat like a fucking horse" on my shirt or something? Now granted, I can eat like a motherfucker, but I didn't realize that, in my bigness, a nigga just HAS to have double meat or I just won't be satisfied...

So I tell dude "Look B, I have a regular chicken breast sandwich... no bacon, no extra cheese, no extra meat... I got extra mayo but that's not a charge..." So I give this nigga $5.35 and I'm about to walk out... so he starts telling me "oh you gotta at least pay for the extra cheese, that's $6.50 total" so I turn around and I'm like "B, do you not hear me? I didn't get anything extra... it's a regular fucking sandwich..." so he gives me this look like "whatever nigga" picks up my money and puts it in the register... so I get back to my room, eat my sandwich and call Nicole to tell her this crazy ass story... of course, she doesn't pick up so I end up laying there quiet for a few moments and before I know it, I fall asleep...

FAST FORWARD...

It's 8:30 and I wake up in a panic "OH SHIT! I GOTTA DO THAT FUCKING ESSAY!" Now I have two things working in my favor: 1) I don't have class until 11 and 2) I've read Romeo & Juliet before so it's not like I'm oblivious to it... I do a quick read of the first act and write my essay in exactly 74 minutes... perfection... I have just enough time to take a shower, print it out, refresh myself on Act Two (because I know we're gonna have a quiz on it) and get to class by 10:56... good look to my roommate Darren who actually printed it out for me because trying to use the computer lab printers in the morning can prove to be disastrous...

So I get to class and have the quiz... I do pretty well and class goes ok... so then I go upstairs to see what's going on with my financial aid... Financial aid has been a pain in my ass ever since I was first accepted back to East Carolina... I applied sometime in mid-October and I wasn't accepted until December 16th... that part is fine... I'm not trippin' off that... at the time I was on a trip to Oklahoma for Jamal's graduation from basic, so as soon as I got back to Raleigh, I called ECU to make sure my funds were straight... they proceeded to tell me that they've needed some paperwork from since October... so I'm trying to figure out when I got an correspondence from ECU and I even asked my mom if I got anything and she said all I had received was my acceptance letter... so I'm relaying this message to the lady in Financial Aid and she's like "we sent it to your email on October 14th..." so I go back through my email on yahoo (I never delete anything that's less than a year old) and I have nothing from ECU on that date... so before I even say anything, she's like "we sent it to your ECU account..."

Wait a minute... my ECU account? You mean the one I didn't have access to until I was accepted? Why would you send pertinent information to an email account I don't have access to? That makes less than ZERO sense... so I get into my ECU email after a fucking hour of bullshitting with her and I see the email... they need my W-2s, my tax return, my mom's W-2s and my mom's tax return... they won't accept a fax, everything must be mailed... at this point, it was like three days before the semester started... it didn't make sense to do that, so we took care of it on move-in day...

That goes fine... everything's in, they have to send the stuff off to FAFSA and everything should be straight... that was on Tuesday... on Friday, I get an email from FAFSA that everything has been corrected, submitted and taken care of... BAM! Money right? Hell the fuck no... my grants have come through but not my Stafford loans... so bet, Monday morning, I make a call to set up an appointment in the loan office to come sign my promissory note so I can get my gwap...

The lady tells me that I need to contact College Foundation so that I can sign it... wait a minute... what? Since when...? Before I just came to the loan office, signed the note there, and it was cool... now I have to do it myself...? Ok, if I have to get all my information to FAFSA and contact College Foundation to get my loans in order, what the fuck do I need a financial aid office for? Just what the hell is your purpose if I'm doing everything myself?

So today, I call and after sitting through twenty minutes of some bullshit ass elevator music, the lady tells me I can do the note online... aight bet, I go right upstairs to the computer lab and try to do the loan...

"This is not able to be completed at this time. Please try again later."

What the fuck? Ok, whatever, I don't have time for that shit... I shoot over to Chemistry class and was almost put in a coma by this motherfucker... on another note, the girl beside me had a Blackberry Storm and that shit is ILL... I really want a new phone... my random ass Sony Ericsson phone looked like shit compared to hers... but anyway, we get out of Chemistry an hour early to which I damn near ran out of the room... I swear this is a useless class... I'm not a Chemistry major, so why do I need to take this shit? I digress...

So I get back to the computer lab and same message:

"This is not able to be completed at this time. Please try again later."

So now, I'm nervous as fuck... I need this shit to be done before I go to my next class because Financial Aid closes at 5 and I wouldn't get out until 5:15... so I continue to keep checking back and all I keep getting is try again later, try again later. So at this point, I'm pretty pissed off because I've been told it takes at least 48 hours to get this taken care of and if it gets handed in tomorrow, it won't be clear until fucking Tuesday because of the holiday... needless to say, after a billion more times of trying, it didn't go through...

I get to my Ethnic Studies class, which is slowly becoming my favorite class, and get through that... as SOON as I get out, I go to the computer lab to try it once again... shit's closed...

Perfect...

So then, I say "fuck it" and call College Foundation to see what can be done... my homie Bob (his real name, btw) says that the only other way to do it is to print out the actual note, send it to CF and then they'll send it to the school.... but that could take as much as 10 business days... MAN, WHAT THE FUCK? So the homie tells me that he'll make a note in the system and that in about an hour, things should be fine and I'll be able to go in and do it...

Hour passes... nothing...

At this point, I'm not sure what's going to happen... It could be fucking February before I get all this shit done... so in the meantime, I'm down to my last $11, have no way to buy books or anything else I need... not to mention, my meal plan won't go into effect until all this shit is paid... I'm not sure what to do... this shit is becoming way too much of a disappointment and is not how I planned to be spending my first few weeks of 2009...

This shit is for the birds...