My Obscurities

Today simply was.  It was a bit drawn out (a bittersweet extension of the hours on the clock) and way too redundant.  It seems like every time I have to wade through the miasma of Financial Aid I get heartburn and a general distaste for the future of society.  Simply put, bureaucracy is the hammer of Thor upon the face of happy.  It is what is but I would hope that it would be a little more organized.

The incredibly repetitive series of phone calls made today are a case in point.  I had entrusted the confirmation of a much needed school loan to those in charge of Fin Aid at my college.  They assured me that they had approved my loan and billed the company.  I have since found out that Chase Bank has not received any verification from ETSU.  It’s been over a week since the billing was supposed to have taken place.  Needless to say, I called Fin Aid, then Chase, then Fin Aid, and finally Chase in an effort to acquire that which has been deemed rightfully mine.  

I was assured by Fin Aid that it had been taken care of only to find out that my paperwork was still lost in the ether of overnight mail or electronic information.  The method they used to contact Chase changes with each phone call.  The only consistency is that my bank has yet to receive my certification.  Alas, the final phone call left me with an ounce of hope.  Chase has sent the foul Loan Officer Lady an email asking her politely to get off her backside and get it together.

The piece de resistance to this entire debacle is that I was forced to speak with a Pseudo-Surfer (this is a land locked area.  Maybe he’s from the coast?) about a loan that he neither verified nor inquired about.  I eventually had to ask him if he even knew my name since he kept getting the information wrong.  For example, he told me that it had been billed to Citibank.  Not.  My.  Bank.  He finally seemed to grasp the severity of the situation when I quipped that I would be better served if allowed to speak with Loan Officer Lady instead of him.  Cutting out the middle man, if you will.  

I was placed on hold for quite some time and then reassured that my problem was being corrected as we spoke.  It still has not been.  

So.  As I sit typing right now, I am praying that this charade of bureaucratic helpfullness will end and the veil lifted between my loan and the bank who would like to give it to me.  They REALLY want to give it to me.  I mean, I’m sure they want the interest it accrues to be nestled safely in their bank hands as soon as possible.  Helpful Chase Lady’s exact words were, “You are eligible and there is no reason why you can’t have the money other than the lack of certification from ETSU.”

I noticed some indignation in her voice while we discussed the incredibly ridiculous amount of time it has been since I first applied.  I understand that Fin Aid was running a bit behind schedule but, if you say it is approved, if it shows up on my loan history information online, and you have told me that it has been billed…then what could possibly be the freaking hold up?

Annoying.  

Currently spinning: Spittin Venom by Modest Mouse.  I don’t feel they’ve sold out.  In fact, I think this is the best album to date.  Lyricially speaking, it’s fab.  God Bless. 

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