We all have heard the advertisements and seen the great notions for going to college. To advance yourself into in finding some career and make life better for yourself and loved ones. While that is fine and good, there are many stories, many of those who go never to find the pot of gold of prosperity. It’s not for reasons of effort, nor the dreams of ambition to do it, but the almighty dollar. Most are not born in to affluent families who can fork over a blank check and pay for it. Working your way through school is a valid option and many do it; however, more burn out and not finish because of the strains of maintaining your class load along with your workload is too much for many. Then many are not smart, or fortunate enough to obtain any significant scholarships without jumping through flaming hoops like a circus animal. You hear about free money around just for the taking, sadly to get it, you must have “certain” qualifications or restrictions to receive it.
Which leans the last and mostly the worse option, the all fun student loan. I know most would not think of it as such and that it’s just a way to pay for school. But, many have been trapped into a pitfall of amassed loans which you will have to repay the minute you get your degree. I know it’s a loan and you must treat it as such but the way some companies and most schools have excusive contracts or agreements to use only one provider. It’s amazing how one company in particular have a clear cut monopoly upon those who seek a higher education. And, with this power, they can impose just about anything they want, using financial blackmail to sign agreements of loans to pay for school, especially when grants and scholarships run out. Higher interest rates and a mob style tactics that only care about their bottom line profits than the concerns of the reason to go to school, obtain an education.
I have heard many of the horror stories of some company, which shall be remain nameless. Because I don’t need the libel suit. Hell not like that I care about that, can’t squeeze a dollar from a nickel. But, then again. I can use a small change to ensure the CYA plan. And for you home players out there who don’t speak Ghettoese, CYA means Cover Your Ass. The truth is that most people ask is college even worth it? With today’s economy as bad as it is and few opportunities out there to even have any employment that don’t ask you the question “do you want fries what that?” so limited., it just seems very discouraging to even enroll. However, we heard our parents preach over and over that you cannot get anywhere without some higher degree, but honestly, those days have long since gone.
So now, I have been fighting this student loan provider, let’s call her Mallie Sae, and this woman has been nothing more than a predatory, bitch in the worse order. I don’t know if I can even begin to express just the pure disgust I have for them. Their gang style tactics has been nothing but deplorable and add a school like SuckUDry (now I know why Jay Leno makes fun of the place) it’s a crazy tag-team that cause more than a share of headaches. Now this is a combination of one place that only offers one set of loans if you wish to go to school there, I graduate and the economy takes a nosedive. Finding a job that’s suitable for my degree is near impossible. I STILL know people who graduated still can’t anything worthwhile. Hell, I really think that my degree is a joke.
And the crazy thing is that recently, I saw a few commercials from my so called old school giving so much praise about how they are do diverse and how many students can find employment within their field upon graduation. I am like false, misleading advertising. And to be honest, I call total and complete BULL! I known people who had graduated with me had good grades who could not find a job in their field; because either 1 they were over qualified, or 2 did not have the significant experience for the job; which now of days is the only thing to secure any type of employment. And I am asking myself after looking at the piece of lying propaganda, are they for real? Unless they are talking about other campuses, there is no way and I mean no way on this green, dustball that we call earth they have this many folks getting jobs.
But, I get so many letters from the alumni association to join and discuss our experiences with our school and how we are getting along outside the confided walls of that insane, educational asylum. I am trying to keep folks from going there not attend. I mean seriously, it would be a public service to keep anyone from making the mistakes many of us have made.
Now that I have discussed that, let’s continue this lecture about the price tag of this. I know schools in general are about giving an education – but the price of that cost was crazy. Schools are for profits, the almighty dollar. And, anyone who says otherwise is lying or very good in their marketing department. However, the worse lot the providers of said loans. Now that the education bill is supposed to help eliminate many of the problems students face, I still get calls from them constantly. I now know that they are trying to reclaim, lost profits, with the downturn as it is.
Looking back at the experience at SuckUDry, were not a total waste of time, I have met some good people that I have made some lasting friendships so it was not a nightmare in its entirety, yet, looking at where I am at now and where I was suppose to be with the goals I was setting out to do at school and what they was to help provide, nothing has come out of it. Funny thing is that there suppose to be so many leaders industry that suppose to pluck many students from here, yet you don’t hear many give such praises about them now days. I have to look at the research and get a true estimate of it.
So, now I look at everything that has come full circle. The poor swindler who came to my house in the little blue Toyota truck who left my house in Morton, Mississippi with a guy knee deep in debt from Mallie Sae and a degree that is about worth the price of a piece of used bubble gum, and constant phone calls from loan/debt collectors who call at all parts of the day and night, who is about to get me to go ghetto on their asses. I need to do some research about them harassing a guy and stuff. Maybe sue them to get my bills paid. Only a dream huh? Isn’t that what school is suppose to do? Help you build a dream of a career. Unless you are a scholarship athlete or a child prodigy, it don’t happen very often. Which makes me ask, what is the price of a higher education? Most would say your eternal soul, plus 32.55% interest. I think that in today’s time, that price for such an education from such a disaster technical/trade school is not worth it. You can clearly get something better form Daisy’s Jean school of hair and nails and have something better and tangible. But, I shall do what I always done in my life, endure on and carry on the struggle, and laugh at the constant jokes that many people throw upon my school and the student loans that are launched by many people. I find it funny, they seen the truth that many others don’t who are caught in the web of expensive deception.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
just something I wrote
many of those who know me, I don't have much a poetic bone in my body. And to conjure up anything that is not a haiku is rare at best. But for some reason, this I wrote just came out. I almost decided not to post it anywhere but I figured why not..
A Dream a Requiem
The last song, sung into the wind,
only the angels and bird can hear its melody.
The final words been written,
a lost masterpiece, only read by the recycle bin.
The great painting, one brush away from completion,
now forever covered by a layer of white.
All things, gone into obscurity.
Ambitions, like the turning of the seasons, change anew.
Some are nurtured, others starve for attention.
The true survival of the fittest – survival is viability,
success is the harvest, failure is the famine.
The lost, locked away in a steam trunk in our minds,
never to be opened – abandoned and forgotten.
The song, silenced into a box and placed in the trunk,
for it was not suitable for the ears of many.
The book, one that could shape a society, bound in cloth,
the words unworthy to be seen by others.
A painting, rolled into a tube of cardboard,
not enough strength to be considered a classic.
Multitude of others just like this, each one a small wish,
each one a desire of our own secret heart – a thought.
The trunks of one’s deepest mind, the sanctuary of forgetfulness,
this is where dreams to go die.
The unfinished picture of the singer who wanted her songs heard,
from the words she written – all connected and all gone.
This is the requiem of what was never achieved.
All those broken and abandoned desires – your song.
Each one, like a friend saying goodbye, farewell.
To a dream, here is a requiem.
If not for anyone or anything, for the last dreams never to shine.
All can be given is a small words of regret.
To a dream…a requiem.
© Sicc-n-da-head Productions 2010
A Dream a Requiem
The last song, sung into the wind,
only the angels and bird can hear its melody.
The final words been written,
a lost masterpiece, only read by the recycle bin.
The great painting, one brush away from completion,
now forever covered by a layer of white.
All things, gone into obscurity.
Ambitions, like the turning of the seasons, change anew.
Some are nurtured, others starve for attention.
The true survival of the fittest – survival is viability,
success is the harvest, failure is the famine.
The lost, locked away in a steam trunk in our minds,
never to be opened – abandoned and forgotten.
The song, silenced into a box and placed in the trunk,
for it was not suitable for the ears of many.
The book, one that could shape a society, bound in cloth,
the words unworthy to be seen by others.
A painting, rolled into a tube of cardboard,
not enough strength to be considered a classic.
Multitude of others just like this, each one a small wish,
each one a desire of our own secret heart – a thought.
The trunks of one’s deepest mind, the sanctuary of forgetfulness,
this is where dreams to go die.
The unfinished picture of the singer who wanted her songs heard,
from the words she written – all connected and all gone.
This is the requiem of what was never achieved.
All those broken and abandoned desires – your song.
Each one, like a friend saying goodbye, farewell.
To a dream, here is a requiem.
If not for anyone or anything, for the last dreams never to shine.
All can be given is a small words of regret.
To a dream…a requiem.
© Sicc-n-da-head Productions 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
And now...the blast!
I just had to say my night out was not anything but boring. I had been asking by a real good friend to go out to this club just to get out. I really didn't feel like it but I figured, what the hell...I needed a time out. I'm glad I went because, I have not been able to do any serious people watching and talking about folks who know damn well they ain't suppose to wear what they are wearing and BOY do we have some doozies here ladies and gentleman. But we will get to that later. But first let's get to the CLUB itself.
First of all, when there is a club named after a car, a luxury car at that, chances are it's not going to fit the class of it's name sake. And with a name like Rolls Royce (why do I have that song I Wanna Get Next To You in my head...), you think it's up there with a good name. Hell Naw!!! Rolls Royce Club is more like Club Yugo Or the Broken Down Pinto Club. I mean really, my people how the hell you going to put a club in the middle of a strip mall, next to a Mexican restaurant and an Irish pub. And this is "SUPPOSE" to be a restaurant but when you see the menu. Which was posted on a piece of white construction paper posted on the board. And speaking of posting things, someone needed to give spell check to some folks who wrote signs. This was posted by the door: I you don't not have id, don't do no ins and outs. I kid you not on this one. How many double negatives is in that sentence? Care to count.
Any way, the menu consisted of nachos, colt 45, and cheese fries. Now that is a menu suitable for a 5-star accommodations if there ever was one. Just makes you wanna fork over the cash for it.
Now that the club has been describe - as something that looks like hoodcity. Let's talk about the patrons. Oh the tickets were having to be issued out, before 11:45 mind you were in full effect. Some of the ladies there, heaven help them for they don't know any better...who am I kidding they knew DAMN well what they were doing. But really, I think a majority were the second string from Street Walker Teams that resident in the Harry Hines Section of Dallas. For those who are not aware of that area. It's more like Hooker City and the Hostroll. I think they all took the night off of working the corners and work the club.
And the violators: one and all. There is an old saying: just because they make it in your size does not mean you need to wear it. Now mind you, if you have the confidence to do it and all, by all means do your thing. But, there is a device that you may want to invest in that will make your out going experience a bit more...well appealing. A mirror would do wonders for many folks. I need to throw some instructions in how to use a mirror. If you got things needing to be tucked away, tuck them away mkay. If you need to stuff a bra, don't have the tissue so blatantly obvious that I want to blow my nose. Subtly is our friend. Remember that!
And the makeup. Some don't understand. Less is more. And makeup should be so literal. I was starting to think that Halloween came early because most folks just plastered eyeliner on lipstick painted on their faces. And speaking of eyeliner. Someone please answer me this? Why in all that's green and holy would you shave your eyebrows just to pencil others into it, go into a sweaty club knowing full well it's going to melt and run all over. I mean you look like something from a bad metal video. I'm just saying. Burn victims wear less than some folks.
And the shoes. Now if you going to be hoochie and wear some hooker shoes, at least number 1, learn how to walk in them. Nothing says klutz than trying to walk in shoes that you can't walk in trying to be cute. Because the minute you fall, is the minute I am going to fall down laughing. I have done it before and I sure will do it again. And also, try to get something comfortable. I mean why you going to wear something that's looks like it's going to hurt your bunions over there. I seen many a lady walking like penguins trying to impress the guys and girls there. Only thing that is impressive is that the shoes didn't break because some of those feet were torturing those shoes, begging for release or salvation from the oppressors of the toes.
And the guys there, some days I am almost ashamed of my gender. It just amazes me to see how some guys just approach up and throw the most outlandish lines. Gotta hand it to some of them, it seemed to work but others...it's a true Epic Fail if there ever was one. And most was falling for the lines, smiling and giggling. I hope for their sake it was one of those fake laughs. But it seemed to get them to the dance floor.
Dance floor...this brings me to my WTF! moment of the night. My people, answer this question. Eight grown ass men on the dance floor dancing, probably drunk off patron and henny - or smoking the herbage of 420, and not a single woman between them. Not til at least 5 minutes later when one comes and they surround her like sharks on a carcass. I am almost honor bound to confiscate their man card. And if you dressed like a reject from the thug life hotline, you REALLY need to have your man card repoed.
And the biggest funtime of the night. Oh it was a doozy. Around 11:45 or something the wonderful friends from Dallas Police come in like storm troopers along with the city attorneys office. They were checking for licenses and permits and all that good stuff. Even had a cop get some of the food that was there (what food it is.) can't take the police anywhere. No home training at all. But you would think that it was a warrant roundup or something from all the nervous folks that were around. Never seen so many hood rats and roaches bailing out the door.
Well the DJ took a cue from it and played some Al Green...I gotta give the DJ props Al can make anything sound better but even he can't save that night. Bout midnight after a few fines were issued and from what I heard it's alot. Dallas said close the bars, shut it down! So before midnight, the party was over and a few folks wasn't happy about it. Had to drag one guy out in cuffs and all that. I'm like oh snap they bout to do a Rodney King in Dallas...he was trying to get his club on well now he can be clubbing in the club jail.
Taking the cue, we got the hell out and home. It was good to hang with my friends and not so good seeing some folks I could spent the night now. But, the sheer joy of laughing at some folks in how they behaved and wore, good 3 hours to kill. I so tried to throw a picture or 3 but the lights were too bad to grab anything suitable. I would posted them.
But in short, it was an epic fail night in club yugo and after 11:45 you go out the door cause they shutting it down and the moral to the story - make it a blockbuster night. But, I did get a few giggles from the moronity of social interaction and the hooker fashion show. Now I know what's going to popular for the spring. Better start saving. And I for one shall fight the good fight to put some sensibility to a crazy world.
poor guys on the dance floor dancing alone....give me those damn man cards!
SAW
First of all, when there is a club named after a car, a luxury car at that, chances are it's not going to fit the class of it's name sake. And with a name like Rolls Royce (why do I have that song I Wanna Get Next To You in my head...), you think it's up there with a good name. Hell Naw!!! Rolls Royce Club is more like Club Yugo Or the Broken Down Pinto Club. I mean really, my people how the hell you going to put a club in the middle of a strip mall, next to a Mexican restaurant and an Irish pub. And this is "SUPPOSE" to be a restaurant but when you see the menu. Which was posted on a piece of white construction paper posted on the board. And speaking of posting things, someone needed to give spell check to some folks who wrote signs. This was posted by the door: I you don't not have id, don't do no ins and outs. I kid you not on this one. How many double negatives is in that sentence? Care to count.
Any way, the menu consisted of nachos, colt 45, and cheese fries. Now that is a menu suitable for a 5-star accommodations if there ever was one. Just makes you wanna fork over the cash for it.
Now that the club has been describe - as something that looks like hoodcity. Let's talk about the patrons. Oh the tickets were having to be issued out, before 11:45 mind you were in full effect. Some of the ladies there, heaven help them for they don't know any better...who am I kidding they knew DAMN well what they were doing. But really, I think a majority were the second string from Street Walker Teams that resident in the Harry Hines Section of Dallas. For those who are not aware of that area. It's more like Hooker City and the Hostroll. I think they all took the night off of working the corners and work the club.
And the violators: one and all. There is an old saying: just because they make it in your size does not mean you need to wear it. Now mind you, if you have the confidence to do it and all, by all means do your thing. But, there is a device that you may want to invest in that will make your out going experience a bit more...well appealing. A mirror would do wonders for many folks. I need to throw some instructions in how to use a mirror. If you got things needing to be tucked away, tuck them away mkay. If you need to stuff a bra, don't have the tissue so blatantly obvious that I want to blow my nose. Subtly is our friend. Remember that!
And the makeup. Some don't understand. Less is more. And makeup should be so literal. I was starting to think that Halloween came early because most folks just plastered eyeliner on lipstick painted on their faces. And speaking of eyeliner. Someone please answer me this? Why in all that's green and holy would you shave your eyebrows just to pencil others into it, go into a sweaty club knowing full well it's going to melt and run all over. I mean you look like something from a bad metal video. I'm just saying. Burn victims wear less than some folks.
And the shoes. Now if you going to be hoochie and wear some hooker shoes, at least number 1, learn how to walk in them. Nothing says klutz than trying to walk in shoes that you can't walk in trying to be cute. Because the minute you fall, is the minute I am going to fall down laughing. I have done it before and I sure will do it again. And also, try to get something comfortable. I mean why you going to wear something that's looks like it's going to hurt your bunions over there. I seen many a lady walking like penguins trying to impress the guys and girls there. Only thing that is impressive is that the shoes didn't break because some of those feet were torturing those shoes, begging for release or salvation from the oppressors of the toes.
And the guys there, some days I am almost ashamed of my gender. It just amazes me to see how some guys just approach up and throw the most outlandish lines. Gotta hand it to some of them, it seemed to work but others...it's a true Epic Fail if there ever was one. And most was falling for the lines, smiling and giggling. I hope for their sake it was one of those fake laughs. But it seemed to get them to the dance floor.
Dance floor...this brings me to my WTF! moment of the night. My people, answer this question. Eight grown ass men on the dance floor dancing, probably drunk off patron and henny - or smoking the herbage of 420, and not a single woman between them. Not til at least 5 minutes later when one comes and they surround her like sharks on a carcass. I am almost honor bound to confiscate their man card. And if you dressed like a reject from the thug life hotline, you REALLY need to have your man card repoed.
And the biggest funtime of the night. Oh it was a doozy. Around 11:45 or something the wonderful friends from Dallas Police come in like storm troopers along with the city attorneys office. They were checking for licenses and permits and all that good stuff. Even had a cop get some of the food that was there (what food it is.) can't take the police anywhere. No home training at all. But you would think that it was a warrant roundup or something from all the nervous folks that were around. Never seen so many hood rats and roaches bailing out the door.
Well the DJ took a cue from it and played some Al Green...I gotta give the DJ props Al can make anything sound better but even he can't save that night. Bout midnight after a few fines were issued and from what I heard it's alot. Dallas said close the bars, shut it down! So before midnight, the party was over and a few folks wasn't happy about it. Had to drag one guy out in cuffs and all that. I'm like oh snap they bout to do a Rodney King in Dallas...he was trying to get his club on well now he can be clubbing in the club jail.
Taking the cue, we got the hell out and home. It was good to hang with my friends and not so good seeing some folks I could spent the night now. But, the sheer joy of laughing at some folks in how they behaved and wore, good 3 hours to kill. I so tried to throw a picture or 3 but the lights were too bad to grab anything suitable. I would posted them.
But in short, it was an epic fail night in club yugo and after 11:45 you go out the door cause they shutting it down and the moral to the story - make it a blockbuster night. But, I did get a few giggles from the moronity of social interaction and the hooker fashion show. Now I know what's going to popular for the spring. Better start saving. And I for one shall fight the good fight to put some sensibility to a crazy world.
poor guys on the dance floor dancing alone....give me those damn man cards!
SAW
Monday, February 15, 2010
What a fucked up day..
actually it's been a combination of a few days. Starting with Friday. I was thinking that I would have a snow day with work since I had assumed that since the schools were out so would we. The night before I asked my boss what we were doing since things were planned to be closed. Well she wanted to find out if the building was open and I asked for her to call me if it is so I can come in. Well since I didn't hear from her to see the building open. I didn't go in. But found out that office was open even though it was not suppose to. Already a bad start - I could have went in anyway with the skeleton crew that was there. No sense in trying to deal with that I went home and started my weekend...
fast forward to today. I come in, and had a mountain of emails (lucky I didn't have to process them all) but there were a few from the HR manager and my floor supervisor. I replied to the most obvious question why wasn't I there. And I explained it all and things seemed ok.
The fast forward about an hour later and I get a mail from my boss who happens to be the vice president of the company. Well I get this long, drawn out chewing about why I wasn't there and a misunderstanding about why I didn't show up. I explained everything. And she did say that I won't get paid or have my PTO. And I really thought that I was going to lose my job...which I still think I may. Only reason I haven't was cause the one person who could done my job is off for the next two days. And we are having audits and shit going on so I think by that grace alone I may have a job. But that's just fucked in the ass man.
And then the mail I had to sort out and get ready. Almost 1200 letters. WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!! I had to work through lunch to get it all done. And still only had 10 minutes to spare.
Now I am getting off work and I can't wait til Friday so I don't worry bout my job. Or losing it for that matter. Now I know why Mondays suck ass as they do. And I wanna take this sorry ass band from freecreditreport commercials and beat the holy hell out of them. I mean really if you can't fix your credit doing what you doing, slang some crack. I mean really though.
Anyhoot...I'm calling it a day. I need some sleep and back onto the grind stone tomorrow. Til then...
SAW
fast forward to today. I come in, and had a mountain of emails (lucky I didn't have to process them all) but there were a few from the HR manager and my floor supervisor. I replied to the most obvious question why wasn't I there. And I explained it all and things seemed ok.
The fast forward about an hour later and I get a mail from my boss who happens to be the vice president of the company. Well I get this long, drawn out chewing about why I wasn't there and a misunderstanding about why I didn't show up. I explained everything. And she did say that I won't get paid or have my PTO. And I really thought that I was going to lose my job...which I still think I may. Only reason I haven't was cause the one person who could done my job is off for the next two days. And we are having audits and shit going on so I think by that grace alone I may have a job. But that's just fucked in the ass man.
And then the mail I had to sort out and get ready. Almost 1200 letters. WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!! I had to work through lunch to get it all done. And still only had 10 minutes to spare.
Now I am getting off work and I can't wait til Friday so I don't worry bout my job. Or losing it for that matter. Now I know why Mondays suck ass as they do. And I wanna take this sorry ass band from freecreditreport commercials and beat the holy hell out of them. I mean really if you can't fix your credit doing what you doing, slang some crack. I mean really though.
Anyhoot...I'm calling it a day. I need some sleep and back onto the grind stone tomorrow. Til then...
SAW
Saturday, February 6, 2010
So close...
to the most evil of all days. The one day out of the year where relationships and love has a price tag. I am in the process of doing everything I can to boycott it. Hell I wish the President or Congress will just disallow this day from happening. I mean really. Who benefits from this demonic day. Florists, candy makers, and jewelers. Oh yeah that card company for folks who are too damn cheap to get the previously mentioned. But rest assured, I shall have something: cynical, cold, and callous to describe this day. I promise you that. Fuck that damn damn damn (Like Florida) day!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Oh How I hate this damn company *Potty Words Included*
I never had much hatred and resentment for one business. But this place. This cooperation is just evil incarnate. And if I can somehow cause this bitch of a place to have a downfall, I would do it with no second thought. Most of you may know it, since I talk to some of you about them and their shady practices. But those who don't, I am talking about Sallie Mae. The monopolistic company that handles almost all student loans that are out there. Or should I say a student loan management company. But either way that are the fucking Nazi party of higher education. Sadly, they were the only company that I can get loans from to pay for my college education. Which don't seem to be much now of days. Thank you DeVry!! Damn bastards! I do regret every meeting that man who came to my house and offered that school to me. If I could I would so time travel and beat his ass. But I really can't complain because I meet so many great people from such a tragedy. However, I could have done this same outcome and went somewhere else.
But anywho, this all boils down to me trying to get a few forbearances to try get my financial mess taken care of while trying to get a job so I can get things on my feet. Doing that in itself is a nightmare and a half. After I have made arrangements to try to get things done, I get blindsided by this bitch saying there loans out that I was not aware of that was never informed when I finally got all this done that I owe almost 2 grand to get my forbearance in order. I'm like kiss my ass. I already settled everything and you say I owe more. Hell naw! But I guess I was wrong cause now they took my entire loan and sent it into default status. Real fucking good there folks!
Soooooo what do I do now...sadly these are federal loans and stuff which means not only my credit is shot to hell...hell name me a person who credit ain't 100% pristine. My check can be garnished by up to a 1/3 which means it will be harder for me to even take care of the things I need to deal with. and blah blah blah! Now I know why folks do illegal things. (not saying I will but I understand why) and worst off. It moreso just strong arm tactics that would even make the mafia envious.
It's so funny, I have went on to a few anti-Sallie Mae sites and it's so comforting to see I am not totally alone in this nightmare. Each story is different but one thing is the same: the bulldog tactics this financial abomination has given to so many. Hell I even read somewhere there is a potential class action suit to be pended against this bitch. Oh the minute there is even a remote chance of it, my name is going on that list faster than you can blink.
And the sad thing is that many folks have been, or shall be caught in this same trap. I did do one good thing and advise someone who was going to school NOT to use that bitch for student loans...and luckly they didn't use it and I feel like I have achieved some victory to let one person not be caught in that web. Just like I advised one person not to go to DeVry for their game design program. SMU is better. I know I should have some sense of loyalty to my school. But that is bullshit to the nth degree. They are only loyal to their profit margins and that's a shame.
SO what a nice Christmas present these fucktards have given me. A potential lawsuit. Happy Holidays to me!!!!!!!!!!!
So they take my money...joy!!! almost makes me wanna quit my job just for that but I can't do that. I actually like my job (even when it drives me batty - which is most days) but it's a shame I only work to pay debts and bills. I won't be getting no IRA or 401k anytime soon.
But I will say this much...anyone want to know what a hose job feels like, use Sallie Mae for student loans, they will royally screw you over better than the best porn star could ever do.
Stupid company with crappy customer service and a bullshit settlement saying if I pay 36.5 all up front they will settle it out. Sure let me just conjure that up out of thin air now. If i had it you think I would have done something about it. I mean come'on folks!!!
Well, enough about them. I'm not going to let these fuckers ruin my Christmas than they already did. But if Santa was to be nice and cause that company to go out of bidness and I somehow get all my loans paid off I would be greatly happy.
But as Charlie Brown said, there are no such things are Christmas miracles. Just disappointments.
Happy Holidays Folks!!
SAW
But anywho, this all boils down to me trying to get a few forbearances to try get my financial mess taken care of while trying to get a job so I can get things on my feet. Doing that in itself is a nightmare and a half. After I have made arrangements to try to get things done, I get blindsided by this bitch saying there loans out that I was not aware of that was never informed when I finally got all this done that I owe almost 2 grand to get my forbearance in order. I'm like kiss my ass. I already settled everything and you say I owe more. Hell naw! But I guess I was wrong cause now they took my entire loan and sent it into default status. Real fucking good there folks!
Soooooo what do I do now...sadly these are federal loans and stuff which means not only my credit is shot to hell...hell name me a person who credit ain't 100% pristine. My check can be garnished by up to a 1/3 which means it will be harder for me to even take care of the things I need to deal with. and blah blah blah! Now I know why folks do illegal things. (not saying I will but I understand why) and worst off. It moreso just strong arm tactics that would even make the mafia envious.
It's so funny, I have went on to a few anti-Sallie Mae sites and it's so comforting to see I am not totally alone in this nightmare. Each story is different but one thing is the same: the bulldog tactics this financial abomination has given to so many. Hell I even read somewhere there is a potential class action suit to be pended against this bitch. Oh the minute there is even a remote chance of it, my name is going on that list faster than you can blink.
And the sad thing is that many folks have been, or shall be caught in this same trap. I did do one good thing and advise someone who was going to school NOT to use that bitch for student loans...and luckly they didn't use it and I feel like I have achieved some victory to let one person not be caught in that web. Just like I advised one person not to go to DeVry for their game design program. SMU is better. I know I should have some sense of loyalty to my school. But that is bullshit to the nth degree. They are only loyal to their profit margins and that's a shame.
SO what a nice Christmas present these fucktards have given me. A potential lawsuit. Happy Holidays to me!!!!!!!!!!!
So they take my money...joy!!! almost makes me wanna quit my job just for that but I can't do that. I actually like my job (even when it drives me batty - which is most days) but it's a shame I only work to pay debts and bills. I won't be getting no IRA or 401k anytime soon.
But I will say this much...anyone want to know what a hose job feels like, use Sallie Mae for student loans, they will royally screw you over better than the best porn star could ever do.
Stupid company with crappy customer service and a bullshit settlement saying if I pay 36.5 all up front they will settle it out. Sure let me just conjure that up out of thin air now. If i had it you think I would have done something about it. I mean come'on folks!!!
Well, enough about them. I'm not going to let these fuckers ruin my Christmas than they already did. But if Santa was to be nice and cause that company to go out of bidness and I somehow get all my loans paid off I would be greatly happy.
But as Charlie Brown said, there are no such things are Christmas miracles. Just disappointments.
Happy Holidays Folks!!
SAW
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
You ask for the impossible...
...can I deliver it. Have it all done before 6pm and keep the masses happy? Of course I can. Are you fucking kidding????
Well, most know that I just started a new job a few weeks ago. For the most part, it's a pretty cool place. The atmosphere is very laid back and the folks are pretty friendly. You can't be a place where you can wear sweats and sneakers to work. Yeah that is a job I was wanting. But sadly there goes the good parts. The job that I am doing is pretty demanding. Hell I get a full workout every damn day. As much walking and moving on as I get, I should be a freaking size 5 by Easter, or pretty damn close. But it's not that it's a bad thing that I work there...but this is how I do my average day.
clock in at 9. go through all the electronic faxes that come in, send them out the necessary folks beforehand....then have to print them out highlight the necessary information,change them to PDF because it just have folks want them. Change the names of them, file them in a folder, and take them to a person in front of the office. (Oh I have my own office in back that I hardly leave) Now that is just one thing and they come ALL DAY LONG!!!! Luckly, some I just forward to others but some I have to manually print, sort, convert and rename. And that's before I do anything else and depending of how often they come, they pop every 2 mins to 10.
NOW here goes the fun part. I have to sort out all the letters and mail that goes out that day. now this is where most of my morning goes. Having to PHYSICALLY sort out everything dividing them from the lenders according to page number and carrier. You would think that would be easy but when you have at least 300 or 400 of them to do it gets crazy. That part is not so hard. Just have to make sure you sort it out correctly is the bitch.
Now getting them into the mailer is fun!!!! (dripping sarcasm here) I call the mailing maching SOB-666 figure out the name..mostly it cooperates fine. but other times it wanna get stuck and be a total doucheball. But this is where it gets fun. Most of the mails go out in one envelope. But a few of them. Oh they have to go a certain way and thank goodness that someone was nice enough to print out a form of each letter that goes into each envelope. I would be totally screwed if I didn't have it and it would be a bitch...because if they go out to the wrong vendors and whatnot, the company can be fined up to 25 grand per occurrence (per letter) and if you pop out a 100 or so at a time, you do the math. yeah this is serious bullshit there peoples. I usually try to get this all out sorted and stuffed before 11am. or a bit afterwards.
Now while this is going on and being stuffed into envelopes, I usually go check the faxes and sometimes by then, I get a bit of papers that need to be scanned into directories. Now this is not a hard thing to do. Just go to the scanner, insert them into the maching, push 2 buttons and wammo...good times. Sometimes I have to separate them into 2 stacks if they are too big...but pause insert the rest and keep going. So that is not hard thing to do. But when they pull about 4 or 5 at a time and some can be as tall as a ream of paper (500) pages..it gets time consuming. Luckly those don't have real time restraints.
Now I know most of you are like holy hell do you get a break..NOPE!!! I don't and that's not even the fun stuff yet. It's usually 12ish when I try to go to lunch. It suppose to be an hour but I usually take 30mins or so and I am thinking from now on I will just clock out and do more work and just eat at my desk because I have learned the hard way that you take a lunch and all that, shit will pile up faster than a manure factory shoveler. But I get back from lunch and I usually go back to faxes (which are there enmasse) try to get those out and then I go to mailing the letters out. I go to the mailing machine, punch a few keys set it to seal (good I don't need to lock the damn things) It would be hell on your tongue that's for sure. And zip them through. Puts postage and all. But sadly..it's all manual. I hold down a stack of 10 or so at a time and go through it. BAM BAM BAM. Put them in a postage tray and usually takes about half our or so. Normally there is about 500 or so to mail out. Once that's done. go back to the faxes. You would think that some people would take a break...hell no!!!! working all time zones here and there, it never stops.
Usually around 2ish or so...I get a few stacks of papers that need to be scanned and processed into a big warehouse of inventory. Luckly it's a scan, convert and transfer to an FTP site. as much as I download crap, this is a cake walk but it's time consuming trying to get them scanned, converted, and uploaded...all the while trying to multi-task printing out faxes.
Usually be done with that and then the home stretch comes. 3pm.....I have to get a whole set of files from international vendors and whatnot...hell I don't know where they come from I just get them put them on the desktop and with the wonderful magic of pdf I have to time stamp that it's received change it and print them out. Now thing is that they can vary from 3 to 9 files and some can be just 4 pages and a few appeals can be as much as 350. You would think they can't get all the shit done in 50 pages or less, hell no!!!!! so this is the longest part of the day. But normally I try to do other things and catch up on scanning or faxes while it's printing. Once all that's done. I have to mail folks with confirmation numbers logs and dates and the rest of the day. I catch up with faxes and scanning until 5:30 when I get the FedEx shipments ready to be sent out. Its usually a stack of papers and don't take long. And usually out the door at 6pm.
WHEW!!! And that's my day. you would think that I have this system down and running like a well-oiled machine right? HELL NO!!!!!! I always learned that the best plans blow up within 5 minutes of operation. To be honest,this should be a two person operation but they expect 1 to get it all done and have nothing left for the next day. Are you kidding me? Now I know I been there for just 2 weeks and this is my real first week running this whole pizza stand on my own. I literally run myself ragged trying to get this done and really it is a bit unnerving. Because so many things are on a time restraint, that you try to get everything out and have your priorities done first, but hell what's the priority.
And after today, I really just want to scream...because I been running on edge ever since I walked in the door. Not that I messed anything up...well not intentionally but today it was like a whole avalanche of things at one time. Not to mention having requests of things that needed to get done before the end of the day don't make matters easier either. So it's been one big episode of Clusterfuck starting me. Now I had a decent day yesterday, everything was running smoothly and got everything done even had a few moments to recollect myself but today Oh no...I hardly left that office except to go to lunch, bathroom and make deliveries. I so need to bring a radio or my IPOD in. Here is the rundown of today's big mess...see if you can catch along...
almost 1000 letters sorted stuffed and mailed. Thankfully about 200 or so were already pre-sorted.
3 personal request to have about 20 or so document downloaded and printed (which I havn't got to cause I was busy doing other things)
more than a dozen stacks of batch filed that need to be scanned. probably a ream of paper each. now that is 500 pages times 12...get the calculators ready. (not even close to finishing)
152 faxes today. yes I counted them.
9 international documents that averaged from 3 to 200 pages. (so many trees are dying cause of this job!!!!!) no going green here!!
3 ftp files transferred.
and 5 fedex packages.
ALL THAT WAS TO BE DONE BEFORE 6PM...AND NOW I COME IN AT 9 MIND YOU!!!!
NOW.....you think can this all be done with just one person? Nope, It can't and the thing is that after busting my ass trying to get all this accommodated, as I leave I get stopped by one of the supervisors and they ask how I am doing which I was honest and say it's alot and I'm trying to get it all done. But, I was informed that I have to get faxes out fast to keep nurses and stuff busy and get things in and out in 4 hours time. After I told her of everything that I had to do...which I still HAVN'T DONE!! She just said that it waxes and wanes. But I'm like really give me a little slack, I'm just starting out here on my own, this ain't going to be done overnight. But I understand the necessity. I just said I will try to get it all out faster and keep everyone happy. Which means I will just have to work alot off the clock to stay caught up.
I walked out and wanted to scream. But I knew that it wouldn't make a bit of good. But I just needed to vent. I really don't want to throw my issues with anyone, cause they got their own problems...so I just throw it here for anyone who wants to read it read it. I know the old addage, And this too, shall pass...sadly, it just carries over to the next day. I am honestly thinking that after my 90 evaulation, I don't know what to do. But, I am going to give it my damn best. But, Honestly with a company and an industry that can fine you for the simplest slip-up's it's a bit numbing. I'm grateful to have a job, Lord knows it's been hell trying to get it, but I just didn't expect it to be so demanding and really grinding on you. One of the office's mantras is to work and play and enjoy yourself there as an extension of home...honestly, when you have so much to do and got little leeway to even use the bathroom, I don't think that playing or interacting with anyone is in the cards anytime soon.
So...now I just go back into the pits tomorrow, and attempt to catch up on what I did not accomplish from yesterday. Throw some positive vibes this way...I can use plenty of them. And a clone of myself.
SAW
Well, most know that I just started a new job a few weeks ago. For the most part, it's a pretty cool place. The atmosphere is very laid back and the folks are pretty friendly. You can't be a place where you can wear sweats and sneakers to work. Yeah that is a job I was wanting. But sadly there goes the good parts. The job that I am doing is pretty demanding. Hell I get a full workout every damn day. As much walking and moving on as I get, I should be a freaking size 5 by Easter, or pretty damn close. But it's not that it's a bad thing that I work there...but this is how I do my average day.
clock in at 9. go through all the electronic faxes that come in, send them out the necessary folks beforehand....then have to print them out highlight the necessary information,change them to PDF because it just have folks want them. Change the names of them, file them in a folder, and take them to a person in front of the office. (Oh I have my own office in back that I hardly leave) Now that is just one thing and they come ALL DAY LONG!!!! Luckly, some I just forward to others but some I have to manually print, sort, convert and rename. And that's before I do anything else and depending of how often they come, they pop every 2 mins to 10.
NOW here goes the fun part. I have to sort out all the letters and mail that goes out that day. now this is where most of my morning goes. Having to PHYSICALLY sort out everything dividing them from the lenders according to page number and carrier. You would think that would be easy but when you have at least 300 or 400 of them to do it gets crazy. That part is not so hard. Just have to make sure you sort it out correctly is the bitch.
Now getting them into the mailer is fun!!!! (dripping sarcasm here) I call the mailing maching SOB-666 figure out the name..mostly it cooperates fine. but other times it wanna get stuck and be a total doucheball. But this is where it gets fun. Most of the mails go out in one envelope. But a few of them. Oh they have to go a certain way and thank goodness that someone was nice enough to print out a form of each letter that goes into each envelope. I would be totally screwed if I didn't have it and it would be a bitch...because if they go out to the wrong vendors and whatnot, the company can be fined up to 25 grand per occurrence (per letter) and if you pop out a 100 or so at a time, you do the math. yeah this is serious bullshit there peoples. I usually try to get this all out sorted and stuffed before 11am. or a bit afterwards.
Now while this is going on and being stuffed into envelopes, I usually go check the faxes and sometimes by then, I get a bit of papers that need to be scanned into directories. Now this is not a hard thing to do. Just go to the scanner, insert them into the maching, push 2 buttons and wammo...good times. Sometimes I have to separate them into 2 stacks if they are too big...but pause insert the rest and keep going. So that is not hard thing to do. But when they pull about 4 or 5 at a time and some can be as tall as a ream of paper (500) pages..it gets time consuming. Luckly those don't have real time restraints.
Now I know most of you are like holy hell do you get a break..NOPE!!! I don't and that's not even the fun stuff yet. It's usually 12ish when I try to go to lunch. It suppose to be an hour but I usually take 30mins or so and I am thinking from now on I will just clock out and do more work and just eat at my desk because I have learned the hard way that you take a lunch and all that, shit will pile up faster than a manure factory shoveler. But I get back from lunch and I usually go back to faxes (which are there enmasse) try to get those out and then I go to mailing the letters out. I go to the mailing machine, punch a few keys set it to seal (good I don't need to lock the damn things) It would be hell on your tongue that's for sure. And zip them through. Puts postage and all. But sadly..it's all manual. I hold down a stack of 10 or so at a time and go through it. BAM BAM BAM. Put them in a postage tray and usually takes about half our or so. Normally there is about 500 or so to mail out. Once that's done. go back to the faxes. You would think that some people would take a break...hell no!!!! working all time zones here and there, it never stops.
Usually around 2ish or so...I get a few stacks of papers that need to be scanned and processed into a big warehouse of inventory. Luckly it's a scan, convert and transfer to an FTP site. as much as I download crap, this is a cake walk but it's time consuming trying to get them scanned, converted, and uploaded...all the while trying to multi-task printing out faxes.
Usually be done with that and then the home stretch comes. 3pm.....I have to get a whole set of files from international vendors and whatnot...hell I don't know where they come from I just get them put them on the desktop and with the wonderful magic of pdf I have to time stamp that it's received change it and print them out. Now thing is that they can vary from 3 to 9 files and some can be just 4 pages and a few appeals can be as much as 350. You would think they can't get all the shit done in 50 pages or less, hell no!!!!! so this is the longest part of the day. But normally I try to do other things and catch up on scanning or faxes while it's printing. Once all that's done. I have to mail folks with confirmation numbers logs and dates and the rest of the day. I catch up with faxes and scanning until 5:30 when I get the FedEx shipments ready to be sent out. Its usually a stack of papers and don't take long. And usually out the door at 6pm.
WHEW!!! And that's my day. you would think that I have this system down and running like a well-oiled machine right? HELL NO!!!!!! I always learned that the best plans blow up within 5 minutes of operation. To be honest,this should be a two person operation but they expect 1 to get it all done and have nothing left for the next day. Are you kidding me? Now I know I been there for just 2 weeks and this is my real first week running this whole pizza stand on my own. I literally run myself ragged trying to get this done and really it is a bit unnerving. Because so many things are on a time restraint, that you try to get everything out and have your priorities done first, but hell what's the priority.
And after today, I really just want to scream...because I been running on edge ever since I walked in the door. Not that I messed anything up...well not intentionally but today it was like a whole avalanche of things at one time. Not to mention having requests of things that needed to get done before the end of the day don't make matters easier either. So it's been one big episode of Clusterfuck starting me. Now I had a decent day yesterday, everything was running smoothly and got everything done even had a few moments to recollect myself but today Oh no...I hardly left that office except to go to lunch, bathroom and make deliveries. I so need to bring a radio or my IPOD in. Here is the rundown of today's big mess...see if you can catch along...
almost 1000 letters sorted stuffed and mailed. Thankfully about 200 or so were already pre-sorted.
3 personal request to have about 20 or so document downloaded and printed (which I havn't got to cause I was busy doing other things)
more than a dozen stacks of batch filed that need to be scanned. probably a ream of paper each. now that is 500 pages times 12...get the calculators ready. (not even close to finishing)
152 faxes today. yes I counted them.
9 international documents that averaged from 3 to 200 pages. (so many trees are dying cause of this job!!!!!) no going green here!!
3 ftp files transferred.
and 5 fedex packages.
ALL THAT WAS TO BE DONE BEFORE 6PM...AND NOW I COME IN AT 9 MIND YOU!!!!
NOW.....you think can this all be done with just one person? Nope, It can't and the thing is that after busting my ass trying to get all this accommodated, as I leave I get stopped by one of the supervisors and they ask how I am doing which I was honest and say it's alot and I'm trying to get it all done. But, I was informed that I have to get faxes out fast to keep nurses and stuff busy and get things in and out in 4 hours time. After I told her of everything that I had to do...which I still HAVN'T DONE!! She just said that it waxes and wanes. But I'm like really give me a little slack, I'm just starting out here on my own, this ain't going to be done overnight. But I understand the necessity. I just said I will try to get it all out faster and keep everyone happy. Which means I will just have to work alot off the clock to stay caught up.
I walked out and wanted to scream. But I knew that it wouldn't make a bit of good. But I just needed to vent. I really don't want to throw my issues with anyone, cause they got their own problems...so I just throw it here for anyone who wants to read it read it. I know the old addage, And this too, shall pass...sadly, it just carries over to the next day. I am honestly thinking that after my 90 evaulation, I don't know what to do. But, I am going to give it my damn best. But, Honestly with a company and an industry that can fine you for the simplest slip-up's it's a bit numbing. I'm grateful to have a job, Lord knows it's been hell trying to get it, but I just didn't expect it to be so demanding and really grinding on you. One of the office's mantras is to work and play and enjoy yourself there as an extension of home...honestly, when you have so much to do and got little leeway to even use the bathroom, I don't think that playing or interacting with anyone is in the cards anytime soon.
So...now I just go back into the pits tomorrow, and attempt to catch up on what I did not accomplish from yesterday. Throw some positive vibes this way...I can use plenty of them. And a clone of myself.
SAW
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