fucking kittens. I've made it to the laundromat, but everything in my world still smells and tastes like cat piss and shit. The washers better fucking hurry up and do a good job.
Oh, and when I went in to talk to the admissions office again to get my residency status changed and asked to speak to the dumbass' supervisor because he clearly can't get anything done or pass on a message to his supervisors on his own, his first instinct is to reach under the fucking desk and hit the alarm, calling security into the room. And not even fucking stealthily, just blatantly telling everyone that I'm obviously terrifying when I want to talk to the supervisor. Yeah, after that I was actually a little angry, I guess. Of course, she wasn't there, she's on FUCKING VACATION, hurray, so I get to talk to the vice president of business and finance, who knows absolutely jack shit about what's going on. The supervisor who reviewed my paperwork didn't leave any notes, just that it was rejected, so obviously it's because I didn't provide three separate sources. After explaining to the guy repeatedly, because he just didn't seem to comprehend it, that the dumbass out there rejected every other source I'd provided, he admits that "oh, well, now we know yours is a special case! Most other people can do this because they live in town in legally admissible residential housing with utilities pre-installed instead of in a shed designated as a warehouse out in the middle of nowhere where it costs 5k to install a transformer and 3k more to get a line up to the building! I can totally talk to my coworkers about how we can handle this, just give me until Friday!" I then have to explain to him repeatedly that I can't take a call before 5pm because I have to work, this is clearly a difficult concept to him since all the bureaucratic departments close at 2:30pm on Fridays, it's simply incomprehensible that other people can't have such cozy positions sitting on their asses all day!
Then I mumbled about how the fuck in the desk every time I come in is a lazy bastard on my way out, and of course he overheard that. If the dumbass had just informed his supervisors about the situation on his own, as I had clearly explained it to him twice prior to this, maybe I wouldn't have had to remind his boss that he's a dumbass.
I also noticed the cops following me all the way back to my car.
I'll probably be banned from campus and put on all the watchlists or something.