Applied for interest relief for my Federal loan, because hah! They wanted $458 a month! HAH!
That phone call lasted about twenty-five minutes as the very nice lady on the other end repeated the same four incomprehensible sentences fifteen times and finally said she'd send me a form. (She wasn't even a Francophone. Just confusing.) Won't know my monthly payments on that loan until the package gets here, but it'll probably be a couple hundred bucks, yay. :(
Then I called the Provincial loans people. The nice man on the other end of *that* call told me, simply, to write them a letter, saying I'm poor, and saying I'd like to pay only 25 bucks a month, please, and that that would work. At least he seemed fairly confident that it would work.
That call took about... three minutes. And I even understood what he was saying. *boggles*
Yeah. I hate money. Stupid bastards. *glare*
Also, got a voicemail while talking to the government to the affect of... apparently my sister got engaged last night.
I feel a need to go drinking. Like, a lot. To what motivation I honestly could not say. o.O