Don’t go to Grand Canyon University if you want an online degree.

Got a collections call from Grand Canyon University yesterday, the people I got my bachelor’s from. Told them I have not one but two letters from people at the school stating the balance is paid in full and a receipt from my employer to prove it.

They are trying to now say that since I took out a student loan to pay for the extra stuff my employer didn’t (maxed out before I reached the end of 2010 school year) that I owe them the money back. Huh? It’s a student loan, not a grant or scholarship, and I owe the federal govt not you.

Wouldn’t you think that if I DID owe them money they would have held onto the degree…?  And since I HAVE the piece of paper that I probably don’t owe anything…?  And since I have an email from one of the VP’s stating I don’t owe anything that I probably don’t…?

I was accepted into the master’s program there but I can see I’ll need to be applying elsewhere, if they still can’t get their $h!t together after nearly six months I know that they’ll just add this UN-owed balance to whatever the new balance will be when I start…I can’t wait for them to take me to collections, because I would love a chance to bring this up in court.

Sadly enough I’m not the only one having this problem – almost everyone where I used to work was having the same trouble. Three people actually got dropped from classes for nonpayment even though our employer had receipts and emails confirming payment!

Upgrades. Designed to confuse on purpose???

To those of you who are subscribed, I apologize – I posted late last night, it was a post about putting one of my spinning wheels up for sale but after I posted it I realized if I sold it without having a replacement I would not be able to complete any yarn. Since I have to have it until I get all my holiday sales and family gift projects done, I deleted it. Sorry!

Between Facebook’s ‘upgrades’ and the brand new design of WordPress, I waste minutes each time I visit trying to figure out what is where, and why. Do the designers just have a need to change things for change’s sake???

That is all. Just venting and apologizing for being stupid.

New jobs are going well, but I need to cut back hours soon, no time for my business.

Got a wood stove, my contractor is flaking on me so it’s still not installed. It is however in the living room with 99% of the parts. The cat thinks I bought a nice cool bed just for him…he’ll be in for a surprise if we ever get it installed and fired up!

Labor on Labor Day

Our old stove exploded last night. Or more specifically, the aged and brittle tempered glass that covered the oven door did. Mr. Tin Foil got up to get some water; he didn’t turn the light on because he didn’t want to wake me. He walked into the kitchen and hit the oven handle with his thigh, which because of his balance at that point spun him into the door. His knee was enough force to shatter the fragile glass, apparently. The POW! woke me up in time to see glass shatter everywhere.

Above is our ‘new’ stove. It’s 3 years old, bought from a family with six kids who upgraded to a much larger stove. This has been (mostly) Mr. TF’s labor today, getting it installed and properly adjusted flamewise.

I like it! I hope it lasts as long as our previous stove did; while we only had it for 4 or 5 years, it was made in the early 80′s and 30+ years is a long time for that glass to last.

ETA:  Mr. TF did most of the work getting this up to speed; I kept out of his way.  Which is unusual for me, because I feel obligated to help in a project like this.  What else was unusual is that we did NOT have any arguments during this whole thing!  Maybe I should stay out of the way more often…?

Thinking two seasons ahead

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Like our ancestors, it is time to start thinking about being warm this winter. Since hand made items take time, it means that if I want to have gifts for holiday giving and warm things for myself, now is the time to start making them.

I spun this yarn earlier this summer; I dyed 775 feet of it with cake dye; it turned out a heathered color that ranges from a deep sky blue to a royal purple. The rest I left the natural color.

While I’ve taken projects from dirty fleece to finished object, this is the first of many projects that I plan to take from dirty fleece to woven object. Like most of my ‘firsts’ this scarf has issues – but it is my first attempt at weaving with my hand spun and I’m happy to report that my yarn is more than strong enough for the stresses of weaving.

In keeping with thinking two seasons ahead, the fall garden will be planted later this week. We’ll grow broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots, as well as chard. I’ll try cabbage again, but I don’t hold out a lot of hope for it.

I’ll be placing an order with Johnny’s Seeds for some greenhouse plastic and the clips to hold it to PVC pipe; I think I can manage a cold frame that won’t blow away this winter. I’ll also be hedging my bets with my free sliding glass doors, using those over a couple of our beds and getting hay bales as necessary to keep the glass high enough to allow the plants growing room.

I have to go back to work soon; I am not sure how I feel about that. In the mean time, I’ve been busy preserving the bounty of summer. If it were from our own garden I’d be happier, but from the farmer’s coop is good too. So far I’ve made 100 pounds of tomatoes into sauce with 25 pounds blanched and waiting in the freezer to be made into paste. Today I roasted 30 pounds of green chiles and put them into our freezer. Mr. TF was aghast at the sheer poundage until I reminded him that last year we got 15 lbs from the store and it wasn’t enough.

I’ve been drying herbs like rosemary, oregano, thyme, and marjoram; I need to get out into the garden and pick basil to make into pesto for the winter.  I wish I could live a little more like our ancestors; I would love to exhaust myself all summer long with projects and preserving, knowing that this winter I will have a well deserved rest time.  Modern life makes that impossible though.

I hate my job.

According to my charge nurse, EIGHT new administrative positions have been created in the last 18 months or so. Which trumps my count of FIVE by almost half. At a salary of $250K minimum.

Yet they are pleading poverty. And cutting staff. And making us take classes on ‘customer service’ and pointing to US as though the lowering of patient satisfaction ratings (publicly available) is OUR FAULT.

I have to find another f*ing job. Today made me sorry to be a nurse. Which was made even more poignant by the fact that a patient took the time to outline what I did for her, how much she appreciated it, and told me she was grateful. I don’t think she saw the tears in my eyes.

Since when does a nonprofit hospital have ‘competitors’….?

It’s not the nursing that I regret. It’s the job. Gotta find a new one where I can actually feel like I’m not being treated like a robot where you can just turn up the ‘speed’ button and get more productivity (work) out of it. Yes, you might get more work, but I don’t think any of us can speak for the quality of the job done.

I told one of the other nurses who said I should be grateful I have a job this: “as long as you are fearful for your job, you are the perfect employee, and exactly what they want, a corporate drone. That way you are too fearful for your job to speak up for what is right.”

I am a whore; I work there because I owe them time for paying for my degree, but I am no drone. I also told her, when she said that we really don’t have a choice, that I DO have a choice. I can work anywhere and be overwhelmed and treated like shit, I don’t need to do it here.

It’s just so frustrating, and angering, and sad. I’m a strong person, but I am close to the breaking point.

On to the Master’s program

I received a call from a counselor at my alma mater the other day asking me if I would be interested in applying for a master’s degree program through them.  I am, of course, interested in getting my master’s degree and that is definitely on the ‘to do’ list.  Naturally, I thought they were only asking because then they would get more money (cynical much…?) so I didn’t think too much of it – they’re a low second choice on my list of possible schools.  As a teaser, they told me I would have my graduation fee refunded and could possibly have the ‘resource fee’ waived if I was accepted.  (resource fee being the rental for the online books, which I’m not interested in anyway.  I want a BOOK in my hands)

But then I asked around a little bit from people who graduated from the same school, and they weren’t asked if they wanted to apply.  Hmmm…maybe there’s more than simply getting my money involved…?

So.  I have an interview in July with the dean and a panel.

Tsunami of human need and dysfunction.

That about describes my day to day environment at my job.

I have applied for a transfer, to two different places. If you are of a mind to, please light a candle, send energy, or pray that one of these places deems me worthy of employment.

I never thought I would see the day that I would be afraid that I would lose my license because of decisions on staffing made by administration, people who don’t work the line and have no concept of the difficulties a line nurse faces.

The words completely overwhelmed, unbelievably fatigued, and frightened, about accurately describe my feelings.

They lie.

My syllabus for my capstone course states that approximately an hour a day will be enough to complete all of the modules of the research paper. Hah! Liars! Either that or I’m simply too compulsive in wanting to get this thing done well. Thirty hours last week, another 20 hours this week, and another three weeks to go…with working and everything else in my life continuing as usual.

Done with this week’s work, submitted with three hours and ten minutes to spare; tomorrow starts the new week’s work. I sincerely hope it will involve somewhere closer to their estimates of time.

Will miracles never cease?

Mr. TF and I have been stressed for most of the year, thinking we were going to owe tax money even though we’ve earned significantly less money this year than last (Mr. TF lost his full time job in 2009 and has only been working part time this past year). Our property taxes went up even though our valuation went down, why wouldn’t our income taxes go up even though our income went down?

Well, well, well. As Gomer used to say, “surprise, surprise, surprise!” We are getting a refund. Of course, it’s mainly because we’re both in school and got to deduct our school expenses.

Yay, a wood stove is definitely in my future now! The tax refund will go for that! Woo Hoo!