My Mumbling Thoughts

Until Thursday I'm going to be back on the third floor answering the two calls that come in for the day and explaining to people that no, I'm not back down here, I'm just filling in for the new girl who really has a name and who I need to quit calling "The New Girl" and instead refer to her as, Erin, since that is her name after all.

Ah, yes. Our new admin/HR support girl. What can I say? She's fab. Really. And I'm not just saying that because I'm trying the whole Let's Not Hate Every Female On The Planet exercise. She's really cool and we get on pretty well. Besides, she listens to the exact same music that I listen to, and we all know that if you share my love of music then we're automatically going to be life long friends who go to rock concerts and stalk after boys in bands that make our hips sway from side to side.

This has been a semi-interesting day as I've found myself easily slipping back into my bored ways. I now remember why I loathed sitting here so much and it has barely been over a month! Geez, I must have really shoved all of those horrible memories out of my brain. I remember seeing Erin about a week after she had started and seeing the same exact look on her face that was permanently frozen on my face for nine months. It was scary seeing that look being reflected back at me. The one that says in a sort of subtle way, "please, save me from this hell!" Only people who have sat in a job like this will immediately recognize the plea for help. Everyone else just casually glide by your desk like they have important business to attend to.

On the positive side, I have managed to get a TON of reading done. In case you don't already know, I've signed myself up for BlogLaughs. It's a blog where you are sent three blog links every week or so, you read them and then rate them on a scale of 1-10 based on content, design, grammar and such. It's a nifty idea and I've discovered a lot of blogs that are cute, laugh out loud kind of funny and just down right hilarious.

I did feel pretty bad on the last set of blogs because I only had time to read one of the three that were sent to me. I didn't get to put in my two cents about the other two, but I thought I'd much rather not say anything at all instead of briefly skimming over the blogs and sending some half-hearted review. I like to really comb through the posts and get a feel for the blog. It's only right. This time around however, I've got two read and finished and I'm still reading up on the third one. It has definitely put a smile on my face.

On the not-so-positive side, I figured out how to read my SAR report that was sent to me last week. I didn't really understand everything that they had sent to me, but after a little help from Erich in the finance department for the IEFC I figured out how to read the damn thing.

The bad news is that I'm a 35092. That's a bad thing. It means that based on the information that they have on record for me, I am not eligible for a Federal Pell Grant, but! I may be eligible for other aid.

Well hot damn.

I'm pretty bummed that the government sucks Big Time and refuses to share their gazillions with poor little me, but I figured it was going to happen anyway since I just had to put Momma's information on my FAFSA and according to some folks, she's rich.

Bastards.

Have no fear though, because dear Erich has had tougher situations than mine. I mean, the horror stories he could tell me! But won't. He's cooking up a plan where I can get a ginormous loan that I'll have to pay off even after I'm dead. My thoughts? Totally worth it and if I'm going to go in, I might as well go all the way. I may have to ask Momma for a loan too, which I hate.

If you're wondering why I hate the thought of asking Momma for money, it's not because of my pride and thinking that I can make it on my own without her. I know for a fact that I couldn't make it completely without her. It's just because she has already paid for me for over twenty years now. The money that she earns these days is hers. Why should I be taking it away just so I can run off to London and have a kick ass time while earning my degree? I missed my college boat two years ago anyway. If I had been traditional and went straight into college after high school, then maybe it wouldn't have felt so bad, but two years after the fact? It's not really her problem anymore.

Aside from the money drama, I found three escapee double stuf oreos in my desk upstairs when I went searching for my SAR information. They were a nice dessert after the Five Guys burger that I had for lunch. The only problem now is that there are crumbs everywhere. When I'm typing I can feel the little bits of cookie underneath my fingertips. Who would have thought that three little cookies could be so messy?