Do Not Call List
I was just perusing my usual sites on the Internet to procrastinate a little before getting to my day and I came across a story announcing today as the deadline for getting on the Do Not Call list. If you missed it today, you can still do it apparently. I've just done it. I no longer have to hang up on anyone again. Like yesterday when The New York Times called.
First there was a nice woman on the phone who told me of their special offer of receiving the paper for four weeks with absolutely no charge. All I have to do is call back by Oct. 4 to cancel, at which point I'm sure I'll be annoyed as they try to get me to keep it. I decided four weeks of the Times would be cool. It's a decent paper and it may be my only opportunity to receive it until I get that high-paying job.
It costs $36/month. Fugget it. So after I told her I'd take the deal, she said, ok, please hold for my supervisor; he wants to thank you. Now, why did I expect him to get on the phone and simply say "thank you"? Why wasn't I prepared for him to keep me on the phone?
Supervisor: (upon hearing my initial greeting) Good morning Mr. um Pecki- Peck-
Me: (ignoring gender misdiagnosis, wanting him off the phone) Good morning .
The Idiot Supervisor: Yes. I just wanted to go over the order with you. You will receive The New York Times for four weeks at absolutely no cost. If you want to cancel, simply call by Oct. 4 [blah, blah, blah].
Me: Ok.
Idiot: So Catherine. Is Catherine your wife's name? What's your name?
Me: (thinking this is totally funny by now) Um, actually, I'm Catherine.
Mr. Smooth: Oh, I apologize. Ok, miss, thank you for your time and you have a good day.
Me: (click)
I got a call a couple of hours later from another guy telling me he was from the Times. He just wanted to make sure everything was accurate. So visit www.donotcall.gov and get off those lists.I went to Yvette's and Cindy's house in Queens yesterday. Cindy cooked great food and sent me home with some. I can't wait to go again. The summer is quickly drawing to a close. And just in time for school to start, I was wracked with some financial stress due to the imbecility of New School U.'s Financial Aid Department. You see, they decided to take out my entire tuition this semester, rather than splitting it up. This means that the loans I was alloted to receive this week went to tuition. I was left with a $465 check. Maybe if I lived in Bali would my rent have been taken care of. (I believe that actually would have taken care of rent for a few years in Bali.) So I panicked slightly at home, then hopped on the F at 3 p.m. hoping that the office was still open. I had an encounter with Lyle who remembered that I gave him a light only a day before out in front of the GF. He adjusted my budget a little bit, which freed up $1140 and he certified a larger amount for another loan check (from $2300 to $3750). I should receive this money within two weeks (yeah right) and my stress can dissipate. The kicker in all of this: Next semester, I will receive about $6000 up front -- that's quite a different amount than $465. I'm going to complain to someone. I'm not sure to whom, though, because New School is so backasswards when it comes to things concerning communication and whatnot. So I'm thinking of working extra hours this semester so I receive all of my workstudy money now rather than splitting it up. I'd still work there next semester, I just won't get paid for it. I'll look at it as volunteer work (well, which it would be anyway) and as good experience. It's definitely going to get me schooled in Quark, which is nice. Anyway, this is my plan. Why did I leave my job last year? Oh yeah, because I had to grow and stuff. And meet someone.
