Not much. I have had quite a bit on my mind. Over the weekend, I had this lingering thought in my head of a man in mourning who flipped out on me. I tried to emphasize, but he wasn't having it because his wife passed away and he was the only one on the planet that it happened to.
People are like that when they are in mourning. So, I didn't take it personally. I felt kind of bad for the guy. The only way he could cope was threatening a complete stranger. I did what I could do given the circumstances.
School is going good so far. I have been doing it alone so far. I have been doing good in Algebra, I know it isn't sinking in. It will show during week 9 and when the new Algebra class starts. I was miffed when mom mocked me and asked if I wanted her to hold my hand. In a sense, yes, this class makes me want to go to therapy. I need people to be around for this class because I am confused.
The computer I got a year ago already needs a new battery. I do not have extra money for that. I haven't even got my taxes done yet. I'm scared to death if I am going to afford anything. I am trying to get another room mate and I get maybe one response every two weeks.
Paul was hanging out around here asking for scrap metal. Um...nope...am I fibbing, perhaps. I told him three times to forward his mail. His collection notices are coming here. He was asking me for a few days if he got anything. Then lo and behold, the title of his truck arrived with his name and Sandy's name. This does appear to be deliberate because he hasn't been here since July and his wife's name is on it and she never lived here. I am currently trying to speak with the DMV about that. I am out of minutes by the way.
How come I am out of minutes? Wells Fargo decided to be condescending and gave me the run around. I had to waste an hour going back and forth with them. I spoke with nine different bankers. Technical support decided to stay on the line after a conversation was over. I picked up the phone to make a phone call and UoP was still there. 44 minutes down the drain, thanks, asshole.
Anyway, for the past few days, it appears as though Paul and Sandy are moving. Looks like I am not getting the money back from when I was between work. What isn't fair is that he still doesn't have a job. He was too busy harrassing baby momma to get a job. He was too busy selling things that do not belong to him on Craigslist. No, he was not looking for employment. I do not feel sorry for Sandy. You get what you ask for.
As far as Josh goes, he's not coming back to Idaho. Sick and tired of people just wanting to play. So, I have been going to Myyearbook because I was tired of Plenty of Fish. People want me to drop work and school just to meet them. Drop everything to date someone once?
There is a guy I have been speaking with at random. We have been speaking more this month. His name is Andrew and he is in Arkansas and originally from New Jersey. He was a student and also a musician. Out of every guy I have ever met in my entire life, he spoke with me on the phone and asked me to be his girlfriend.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
UoP
I have been stark raving mad at University of Phoenix. The fact about them is that they are aggressive and they stop at nothing to put an innocent bystander into a sticky situation. Here is another fact, I did not know I was going to be going for two years to get my Associates.
Another fact is that FASFA only covers the first year. I am on my own for the second. I never wanted to go back to school in the first place. They were extremely pushy about how better my life will be. It is no better than it was over a year ago. In fact, they completely ruined my social life. In the dating world, people want your direct attention. They want you to drop every single thing you are doing. They do not believe that you do school on the weekend. I am writing papers all week to turn in Sunday, what does that tell you?
I had to take breaks from school. I had to put my house back together again. I had to figure out what was going on with the room mate. He finally came back after a month to tell me that he is moving. I beat him to the punch, his stuff was outside.
The facts are pissing me off about this crappy college. I don't know if I will pass Algebra. When I was speaking to Jen about it she got miffed and told me she was offended and said that I said that she was not helping me. REALLY??? That is what I like to call an Emily Gilbert moment. I did not say she was not helping me, I am doing everything I can to understand class and the whole sticky situation that I want out of. I cannot wait to be done with UoP and I am NEVER going back.
People are always talking about horror stories about this college. I understand it is difficult to transfer credits from them to another college. I am not concerned about that because I don't want to go to college after I get my degree. Another horror story is that employers will not hire a UoP student. Not true. Plenty of it is distance learning and assignments are due by midnight Arizona time. Jobs are concerned with students because of the schedule. UoP students don't need much of an adjustment to the schedule. Unless it is a job with mandatory overtime, that is when it is exhausting and accommodations need to be made.
The only horror story that is valid is the fact that they have no mercy. I think the college thing is a scam. People make an excuse that every job you need a Bachelors degree. It has to be a scam put on by the US government. They suck you in with this grant money only to leave you with another year that you have to pay for.
Another fact is that FASFA only covers the first year. I am on my own for the second. I never wanted to go back to school in the first place. They were extremely pushy about how better my life will be. It is no better than it was over a year ago. In fact, they completely ruined my social life. In the dating world, people want your direct attention. They want you to drop every single thing you are doing. They do not believe that you do school on the weekend. I am writing papers all week to turn in Sunday, what does that tell you?
I had to take breaks from school. I had to put my house back together again. I had to figure out what was going on with the room mate. He finally came back after a month to tell me that he is moving. I beat him to the punch, his stuff was outside.
The facts are pissing me off about this crappy college. I don't know if I will pass Algebra. When I was speaking to Jen about it she got miffed and told me she was offended and said that I said that she was not helping me. REALLY??? That is what I like to call an Emily Gilbert moment. I did not say she was not helping me, I am doing everything I can to understand class and the whole sticky situation that I want out of. I cannot wait to be done with UoP and I am NEVER going back.
People are always talking about horror stories about this college. I understand it is difficult to transfer credits from them to another college. I am not concerned about that because I don't want to go to college after I get my degree. Another horror story is that employers will not hire a UoP student. Not true. Plenty of it is distance learning and assignments are due by midnight Arizona time. Jobs are concerned with students because of the schedule. UoP students don't need much of an adjustment to the schedule. Unless it is a job with mandatory overtime, that is when it is exhausting and accommodations need to be made.
The only horror story that is valid is the fact that they have no mercy. I think the college thing is a scam. People make an excuse that every job you need a Bachelors degree. It has to be a scam put on by the US government. They suck you in with this grant money only to leave you with another year that you have to pay for.
When It Rains, It Pours
It's been a while since I have been here. I have been trying to get crap together for class and hopefully a new room mate. I don't know if I'll ever do the room mate thing again.
My trusty Toyota decided to give me crap the other day. I was going to go to the store to get stuff to finish the kitchen. The moment I try to start it, it won't. The moment that happened, dad was calling my phone. (I was going to call him to ask for help moving the bed.)
I wait for a few hours for him. I call the health insurance company. They have not sent me ANY documents about my insurance and I went to the doctor because it's been about two years since I had seen one. Of course, they will not cover it because it is out of network. It took THREE phone calls to get to someone who told me if I met a $1,500 deductible they will cover the $150???
Think about it, I qualify for 20% off because of my wage and it was $150 afterwards. GIVE ME A BREAK! Whoever made those rules up to pay $1,500 is the dumbest person in the world. I worked $16 once and had health insurance that had a $20 co-pay and no deductible. I want that insurance back. Now, I make $10 an hour which makes me eligible for assistance and they expect a huge deductible.
So, when I finally reach someone intelligent after being transferred by a fucktard, my phone dropped the call. It does not matter where I am, the calls drop. At this point I am LIVID. I am so tired of calling Sprint. They already had an issue with a nationwide outage of texts. I can't communicate on the phone because it drops calls 75% of the time. The LG Rumor Touch is a piece of shit and I want my agreement waived.
I call them and they were asking if I could take it in. No, the car is dead and I am waiting for help. I'm supposed to be finishing things before school. I'm supposed to be brushing up an Algebra.
Dad finally arrives. He looks and says my gas tank is empty. No it's not, I just filled it. He takes the fuel line apart, nearly breaks it, and finds that the fuel line is dry. Great, money that I do not have.
We called the dealership and they want $94 for diagnostic. We try to start the car again. I kept turning the key until it came back to life again. Yay! So, I go drop off my phone and one of my headlights are out. I had to go all the way to Autozone to get a new bulb and all the way back to get my phone back.
After all of that crap, I had a Margarita.
My trusty Toyota decided to give me crap the other day. I was going to go to the store to get stuff to finish the kitchen. The moment I try to start it, it won't. The moment that happened, dad was calling my phone. (I was going to call him to ask for help moving the bed.)
I wait for a few hours for him. I call the health insurance company. They have not sent me ANY documents about my insurance and I went to the doctor because it's been about two years since I had seen one. Of course, they will not cover it because it is out of network. It took THREE phone calls to get to someone who told me if I met a $1,500 deductible they will cover the $150???
Think about it, I qualify for 20% off because of my wage and it was $150 afterwards. GIVE ME A BREAK! Whoever made those rules up to pay $1,500 is the dumbest person in the world. I worked $16 once and had health insurance that had a $20 co-pay and no deductible. I want that insurance back. Now, I make $10 an hour which makes me eligible for assistance and they expect a huge deductible.
So, when I finally reach someone intelligent after being transferred by a fucktard, my phone dropped the call. It does not matter where I am, the calls drop. At this point I am LIVID. I am so tired of calling Sprint. They already had an issue with a nationwide outage of texts. I can't communicate on the phone because it drops calls 75% of the time. The LG Rumor Touch is a piece of shit and I want my agreement waived.
I call them and they were asking if I could take it in. No, the car is dead and I am waiting for help. I'm supposed to be finishing things before school. I'm supposed to be brushing up an Algebra.
Dad finally arrives. He looks and says my gas tank is empty. No it's not, I just filled it. He takes the fuel line apart, nearly breaks it, and finds that the fuel line is dry. Great, money that I do not have.
We called the dealership and they want $94 for diagnostic. We try to start the car again. I kept turning the key until it came back to life again. Yay! So, I go drop off my phone and one of my headlights are out. I had to go all the way to Autozone to get a new bulb and all the way back to get my phone back.
After all of that crap, I had a Margarita.
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