Blogger is being a little weird tonight. So, as you can probably tell, it's not allowing me to change the settings. It's also not remembering defaults.
Today was a decent day at work. All stats in line. I came home and went for a run, which concluded at the mailbox. I finally got a letter from Wells Fargo regarding my request for hardship forbearance. Big. Fat. No. "There must be 12 months between forbearances." That wasn't in the fine print of my application paperwork. Yes, I read it.
It's not that we're actually under financial hardship right now, but this loan is too expensive. Several months ago I called to see if we could reconfigure it and make the payments more manageable. Big. Fat. No. "Private loans serviced by Wells Fargo cannot be refinanced."
Dear Wells Fargo, I seem to remember the government handing you a $25,000,000,000 check, basically federalizing your company. But, of course, I'm reaching, as we all happily ignored the technicalities of what the bailouts meant for the public.
Nothing like a little red tape to ruin a perfectly good day. Now I'm just pissed about the government in general.
"Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes, not need, just feed the war cannibal animal..."
Good night!



