It's annoying.
Not quite as annoying as being forced to electronically sign two promissory notes and complete two entrance exams and then print off two ten-page documents allowing a random bank (And oh, it was random. By the end there I was just checking boxes.)to give me five grand and then trek all across the entire house to get my drivers license because they totally needed the number omg.
*headdesk*
Why ten pages each? I'm not sure. Presumably because there were several medieval torture clauses allowing the abovementioned random bank to employ waterboards, bamboo shoots, and a rack as well as draw and quarter me if I default after the nine-month grace period following dropping below a half-credit load. I told you, I wasn't paying attention by the end.
And I'm pretty that as of the moment I had to cut my finger and spread the blood all over the keyboard, the devil owns my soul, and has first dibs on my firstborn, which I also have to name Faust.
I'm just guessing.
So yeah. I'm thousands of dollars in debt and breaking out in hives. It was a good day.
AND DAMMIT THAT SONG IS STILL IN MY HEAD.
2 comments:
IF I win the lottery I will help you:):):)
Loans are awful, scary, scary things...I hate them and wish that I could get a job so you never had to see one until you bought your first beautiful but affordable home...this just makes me sick...If we win the lottery we will pay them off - I READ that you can, in fact, do that early without any penalty!!!:)
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