It’s being called the “greatest voicemail ever,” (you can listen here), and it is marvelous in all the glory the English language has to offer in the “profanity” category.
I can sympathize, because this reminds me of a story that happened to me in college:
During registration for the second semester of my Senior year, I had to register for a lab that I didn’t want to or need to take, but that was a requirement I was lobbying to get waived (it was second semester Chem lab, to ‘complete’ my bio major, even though I had gotten credit for two semesters of chem lecture and one semester of chem lab from AP Chem; essentially, they were forcing me take a random lab without being enrolled for the attendant lecture). The waiver was coming, but wasn’t finished, so to be safe, I registered for the lab.
I note at this point that my initial registration was completed without a hitch, my tuition and everything else being totally in order.
The next day I got the waiver, so I head back to the registration room (still doing in person registration instead of online) to drop the lab. Problem, says the registrar: she can’t get into my registration because there’s a financial hold on my account so my registration is blocked. What? “I don’t understand, I’m paid up; I just registered yesterday, all I want to do is drop the class.” “Sorry, there’s nothing I can do, see the bursar.”
I head to the bursar to see what’s up: a $120 lab fee was generated on my account as soon as I registered for the lab. OK, that’s annoying, but why the hold? Apparently, the fee, being for that semester is generated retroactively to the date of the bill of the rest of the semester’s tuition, which today being unpaid, is now late and therefore a registration hold.
OK, that’s very odd, I tell the Bursar, but nonetheless, I am actually not taking that class, I just need to drop. “I can’t take off the hold, it’s on the account,” says the bursar. What? Look, I am not paying a lab fee for a lab I am about to drop. The fee will disappear in 30 seconds if you just let me drop it, I plead. Finally, I get the Bursar, not to remove the hold, but to lift it for one day. “Tomorrow, it’s going back on!” she threatens me. “Do your worst” I think to myself as I mutter thanks, “I am dropping the damn class.” I head back to the registrar, and drop the lab.
Given all this, I should really not have been surprised when my initial application for graduation was denied because I hadn’t completed all of the requirements of my major. “What am I missing?!” I ask incredulously. “Second semester Chem Lab” says the registrar apparently unable to read the waiver letter in my file (that I can see there in the file, plain as day) that says I was exempted. I point out the letter, he says “Oh, ok you’re good.” “So can I graduate?” “You need to fill out a new application; once it’s rejected, we can’t do anything about it.”