I am the King

of Financial Aid. Today I boldly strode into Needless Hell, demanded my Loan papers, and was immediately queued, but only behind 5 people. This is significant as there were closer to 30 lined up outside the office when I left. Seriously, it couldn't have been easier. I took a seat, whipped out my ID and SIN, and waited. The Financial Aid lady grimaced, typed for 25 seconds, and then said "great" (without sarcasm). She got up, grabbed my papers, handed them to me, and told me I was "cool". The scholars can debate the meaning of her statement into antiquity, but I took it as a sign and continued on. I trod down the staircase, aware that I had now passed the worst, and that without trying. Ahead of me stood only the nice little old ladies from the National Student Loans Service Centre. I queued again, but only behind a single man... not that I was interested or anything. Well, it turned out that the "nice, caring old ladies from the NSLSC" had been replaced by the "bitchy, clock-watching, old crusty cunts of the NSLSC", but even they could find no fault or beaurocratic error in my immaculately prepared documentation, and were forced to politely excuse me with a minimum of fuss, even as their tongues burned while the thanked me. To celebrate, I came home... and did nothing actually... hmmm... Oh well, I'll just download movies and read Diablo books...
"So if you're at the show, in the front row, I'm a call you a bitch or a dirty-ass hoe!"