I got a phone call this morning, from a number I didn't recognize. So I answered it. It was a very informative phone call. Background: Back when I was in school, my dad took out a loan to help pay for it. Even though it was in his name, I have been paying it for the last couple of years. I tried to send the loan people my new address when I moved last February, but after the third try I gave up. So I haven't been paying it. I figured, it's in his name, not mine, so it won't affect my credit. But this phone call made me worry that I was in trouble. Anyway, the lady calling me this morning didn't even know my dad was dead. She apologized and then informed me: Since he is dead, all I have to do is send in a death certificate, and the loan is forgiven. As in, "POOF!" and sympathies from Uncle Sam. They are even sending a condolence letter!
Ever the skeptic, I called Czarina, who was also skeptical. I mean, the money is owed. We are willing to pay it. We are scratching our heads. I guess when we get the letter, with directions for how to do the paperwork, we will know more. Does anyone else think this sounds crazy? As a tax payer, this concerns me. Are my tax dollars going towards people in similar situations? Not that I'm not sorry for their loss, but is it really fair for strangers to pay for one's college loans?? I don't expect strangers to pay for mine.
More randomness: I have been having a lot of dreams about elephants lately. Don't know what that means.
The toilet paper here at work is locked. As if anyone would ever steal that sandpaper! The little basket embedded in the wall where women put their unmentionables is also locked. That concerns me. Have they had a problem with people stealing that stuff in the past? Makes no sense.
Today, a man came up to me at the desk to inform me about one of the computers here in the library. Its clock is an hour off. Why would anyone care, much less take the time to report it is beyond me. People need lives. Good grief.
So this weekend, I was sitting on my porch, drinking my coffee. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy pulls up in a white Blazer. He leaves it in park, sitting in the little road that runs through my apartment complex. A woman is in the passenger seat because I can hear her talking to him. The guy gets out, with a hammer in hand. This caught my attention, since he left the car in park to hop out. And he didn't look happy. And he wasn't carrying anything you'd expect someone who is nailing stuff to a wall. Just the hammer. And he was in a hurry. Very strange. He didn't see me, and once he went into the breezeway, I couldn't see him. So I listened. He banged his hammer on something, and then came back out. He went over to the other end of the building, went in that breezeway, and hammered something and then got back in his car and left. Later on, I went investigating with Sammy. I saw nothing hammered, bent, damaged or nailed to anything.
This completely baffles me. I can't figure out why he was hammering, what he was hammering or who he was. I didn't recognize him at all, nor did I recognize his car. The craziest part was, no one else woke up. And it was loud.