Meredith Grey has nothing on me.
Forms arrived in the mail yesterday. Blood pressure rises. Heartbeat increases. Urge to vomit makes itself known. This is NOT going to be good news.
Still.....
The envelope is thick. In college application lore this is a positive indication. Do I dare open it in the hallway? Deep breath.
Reading. Reading. Continued reading. And every page is incomprehensible. Each paragraph seems to contradict the paragraph preceding it. Half of the pages are in Spanish and I cannot locate the equivalent pages in English. The letterheads do not match up. I am totally lost; at least I am not dissolved in panic driven tears yet.
Back inside apartment. Rest. Eat. Fold laundry. Pee. Sleep. Pee again and again. Crochet. Pee yet again. Oh, yeah, breathe. Peruse forms and discover the desperation contact number. Decide to wait til morning. Procrastination is king around here. And I must say, I believe it keeps me alive most days.
Morning. Assemble forms, a working pen, charged phone, plenty of paper. Navigate to the website in case it is referenced during the call. Dial. Listen to endless phone prompts and menu selections. Wait. Wait. Continue waiting til the final recorded message: "Regular office hours are Monday through Thursday, 8:00 am to..." I stop listening and look at the clock.
7:59.
It figures.
What do you bet when I call back the final message will go something like this: "All our mindless drones are speaking with other more important clients."
I wish I had learned to speak "Government Red Tape."
Forms arrived in the mail yesterday. Blood pressure rises. Heartbeat increases. Urge to vomit makes itself known. This is NOT going to be good news.
Still.....
The envelope is thick. In college application lore this is a positive indication. Do I dare open it in the hallway? Deep breath.
Reading. Reading. Continued reading. And every page is incomprehensible. Each paragraph seems to contradict the paragraph preceding it. Half of the pages are in Spanish and I cannot locate the equivalent pages in English. The letterheads do not match up. I am totally lost; at least I am not dissolved in panic driven tears yet.
Back inside apartment. Rest. Eat. Fold laundry. Pee. Sleep. Pee again and again. Crochet. Pee yet again. Oh, yeah, breathe. Peruse forms and discover the desperation contact number. Decide to wait til morning. Procrastination is king around here. And I must say, I believe it keeps me alive most days.
Morning. Assemble forms, a working pen, charged phone, plenty of paper. Navigate to the website in case it is referenced during the call. Dial. Listen to endless phone prompts and menu selections. Wait. Wait. Continue waiting til the final recorded message: "Regular office hours are Monday through Thursday, 8:00 am to..." I stop listening and look at the clock.
7:59.
It figures.
What do you bet when I call back the final message will go something like this: "All our mindless drones are speaking with other more important clients."
I wish I had learned to speak "Government Red Tape."
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