07.30.06
Posted in Life at 17:34 by krikkert
Left on Friday, after I spectacularly failed my driving examination and was yelled at in public that I was a potential murderer and should never be allowed behind the wheel of a car — and if it was up to my examinator, I would be barred from the privilege.
Three-hour car drive to the countryside estates. My evening was mainly spent reading and re-reading Pratchett books, nothing interesting until the day after; with the visits to my mother’s side of the family. So-so, really. The visit from my father’s side was more .. interesting, as it was made by people whom I may never see again in this life.
On the brighter side — six days left.
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07.11.06
Posted in Life at 19:49 by krikkert
Today I’ve received a preliminary draft letter. Basically, it’s a warning that unless events happen which change things around a bit, I will be drafted and will have to serve in the King’s clothes through 2007. I’ve been called in to serve in an artillery batallion. Fun. Big things that go boom.
If I, in October/November, get letters of drafting, it’ll be a problem. Seeing as I’ll be in Canada at the time. Oh, how fun.
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07.09.06
Posted in Life, Work at 00:06 by krikkert
9-17 day, as all my Saturdays. I have to start up stuff. And, today, I’ve been running around like a yo-yo. First, around noon, a customer arrives. She has a purchase order of around 33k NOK, paint, flooring, suchlike. She’d been directed to me and presents her case fairly — all her cards have a block of 10k NOK, so she can’t pay the order (we’re not allowed to split payment of one order over three). Apparently she had been bounced around three other people before being sent to me. So I had to ring up my manager in order to get an OK for a deposit solution (we charge you 30% of the sum right there and then, and send a bill for the rest). She was so happy to get it through that she spontaneously hugged me. I’m sure that must’ve been a sight.
One moment after that situation finishes, a new one starts. This guy had been bounced around the store, arguably because nobody understood his dialect. Until it was pointed out that he was speaking English.
Three weeks left in this job. Then one more week. Then Canada.
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07.07.06
Posted in Education, Life at 22:38 by krikkert
Hi Christer:
I contacted Charlene and she advised that you should not worry about this “official transcript/unofficial transcript” matter as it is an administrative issue. Charlene also advised that you can still request your official transcripts be sent again when your school reopens as long as the University of Lethbridge receives them by November/December 2006.
(Charlene is the International Liaison Officer)
I’m very relieved. Now I only have to deal with Satan’s Educational Loan Fund. They should respond either tomorrow or Monday.. Tuesday at the latest..
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Posted in Education, Life at 02:03 by krikkert
I’m not very fond of the State Educational Loan Fund, nor the University at this time. Why?
The SELF got back to me regarding financing my education. They’ve hung up in the wording on the Offer of Admission — namely, “pre-B.A/B.Ed”. They don’t support precourses. It’s taken me one heck of a lot of time to hunt down webpages that document that the pre- prefix means that it’s a combined degree program, where you don’t get any grades before you’ve finished both. Hopefully they’ll accept the documentation.
As for the University, they’ve announced that my diploma doesn’t count as ‘official’ — apparently they think I sent it myself (even though it was sent by the school).. So I email them. I ask what constitutes an ‘official’ version, and I ask where we go from here. Their response is all about the first part of my email, and fails to answer the second part. I have notified them and requested an answer to the second part.
Unfortunately, if this doesn’t go through, I’ll have to cancel my admission. My school has closed over the summer and therefore cannot send another copy of my diploma.
Man, being so close that you can *smell* success and then failing really bites.
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