We finally got the application packet finished and dropped in the mail. I've been trying to get Tonya on the phone... again... for something close to a week now. That woman is going to be the death of me. I desperately want to know what the next step is.
I feel like I'm standing at the counter in McDonald's, waiting for someone to take my order, while the only employees in sight engage in a long-winded personal conversation over by the deep fryers.
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