missfrifri

I already knew that this was gonna be a rough day when I started, so after running around in the park for 40 mins to get some of the frustration out, a few deep breaths and something as non- fabulous as porridge for breakfast I started stalking everyone that’s trying to make my life miserable.

First out was the student loans company, who’s decided that I won’t get my student loan until 5 weeks from now. Minimum. After having been transferred to a third person, Tord, I relized that there was only one thing left to do. Stroke his man- ego and hope for results.

-          Hello this is Tord. How can I help?

-          So, I’ve been transferred to you by your colleague who said that, apparently, you’re the best person to talk to since you know everything about… everything.

-          (Flattered) Oh really, did he say that? Well…

-          So basically, Tord, would you be able to do this for me in a shorter time than 5 weeks? I understand that you’re a busy man Tord, but this would be so appreciated.

-          I suppose I could pull some threads…

-          Wow, Tord, you’re the man!

-          So… We haven’t received your unconditional offer from UCL yet.

-          Actually, I’ve sent it both in a letter that you should definitely have received by today, and I’ve also sent it in an e- mail. Perhaps you could check if it’s in your inbox?

-          Hm.. Actually, I can’t check my e- mail. I can only do that tomorrow morning.

-          Could you make an exception maybe?

-          No, not really…

-          Tord, you’re the man! You must have some solution to this?

-          Well, until I see whether your unconditional offer is in the e- mail, I could send another letter to you saying that you’ll be ENTITLED to student loans for your tuition fees, but that you just haven’t received them yet.

-          Perfect, Tord! Can you tell me a bit more about what the letter says?

-          No, not really.

-          Can you send it to my e- mail straight away please?

-          No, I can’t send it until tomorrow morning. [Current time 2 pm] It takes time to scan it in you see.

-          Ok Tord, then send it tomorrow morning. Is there anyone else that I can talk to who is in charge of this whole process, and perhaps he or she would be able to shorten it a bit since I start on Monday?

-          Well, actually that’d be me.

-          Oh. But you can’t really do anything to shorten it?

-          No.

Do I need to state the obvious, that I started to stress- eat Marks & Spencer cookies in the meantime and then had to go for a panic- power walk as a consequence? Probably not. Conclusion: Tord is, most definitely NOT, the man.