Ranting. It’s a thing that happening. Right now, in fact.
Whoever invented paperwork — scratch that, whoever decided that online applications were the way to go — deserves to be shot. I’ve spent the last four days making phone calls, tracking down documents/ receipts, and filling out online applications as a function of being an adult, and it’s still not done. Not because I didn’t dedicate hours this week to doing it (I did.), but because no one seems to be able to give me clear answers, and there’s some ridiculously convoluted system in place for getting things done. So, here I am, four days in, and I still have at least two phone calls to make, a doctor’s note to obtain, records to track down, and a shit-ton of files to submit to complete an application that I was told would only take five minutes to fill out.
I quit. I’m done. No more adulting. Not until Monday, at least, because if I have to wait out one more automated system or photocopy one more document, I’m going to hurt something.
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