today has sucked. a lot.
i knew it was going to suck. i had anticipated it sucking for weeks. i was not looking forward to it at all. it was the day i had set aside for going to the DC DMV to register my car and get my license.
here is how it all went. which is need to vent, but i probably should not, and you should certainly not bother reading.
i wake up early. i cannot bear to go in. i finally head down there. i get to the metro. there is something wrong with the red line trains and they are single tracking them and we all have to run over to the other side of the station to get our silver spring bound train. i am much aggrieved by the 10 minutes i have to wait, but it turns out, this was nothing.
i make the trek to the DMV. i arrive. i get to the front of the line where you get your number. i realize i have not brought my proof of residency. despite all of my lists and checking the internet and making a folder, i left those things on my couch. shit. i would like to give a big boo hiss to the man who checked me in, telling me i would only need a social security card to get my license and tags. i was tempted not to tell him i had forgotten my proof of residency, but i realized that would only suck for me.
i head home. i wait 10 minutes for the green line. i get to the red line transfer point and the last train is pulling off in the distance. this is when it gets bad. i wind up waiting over 30 minutes for a train. only it never says 30 minutes. it says 18 and ticks down to 12. then it goes up to 17, then 15, then 17 and i am becoming quite sure a train will never come. i am about to get a cab (i had thought about this, but it seemed silly to pay the rate from where i was to home and then i had decided i was going to cab back to the DMV and i have a huge aversion to cabs, so baby steps, guys, baby steps.)
anyways, i get home. i get my paperwork. i get my cab. i get to the DMV.
they are on A137. the number i had previously been given was A135.
i know, i should have tried. but you know i am not like that.
this time, i am given C119. the fact that i was not given an A number will plague me for the next few hours. they TEAR thru the As. they are calling As left and right. i am elated when they jump from C106 or so to C114. but in the next hour, they do not make it to C119.
finally, this woman who has been “pulling people out of line” for special tasks makes it to those of us who are registering and getting licenses. they are at C117. i don’t know which will be faster, but go with her and figure i’ll keep an ear out. she puts the girls with the As in front of the other C girl and i. i later ask, just to know, what time their tickets are stamped. 3:23. mine was 2:31. they let me go in front of them, but our special line is still not going anywhere. finally i see that C119 has been called, and i go to the window, to be reprimanded for having taken so long.
also, only to find out that the rep at window 11 cannot issue registrations. so i wait a bit and she passes me off to window 10. but no one had ever given me the form i was supposed to fill out and i am not allowed to fill it while standing there, which will take me about 2 minutes. i have to sit down while she helps the next person, who of course has problems all their own. and then b/c the man now at window 11 also needs tags, window 10 helps him while i’m just standing there. and then we do everything for me.
only then, she realizes that my car is not only in my name, but in my mom’s name. she had looked at the title about 10 times w/o noticing this. i was hoping it would not be noticed b/c i had already watched a woman be told that she had to get her ex-husband’s signature and the divorce decree.
so i could not get my registration. and now i have to mail the car title to my mom and have her send it back and then go back into the DMV and hope that this time it works. as tho i hadn’t already been paranoid enough about the fact that my tags had expired, now they will continue to be expired and i will continue to fear the arm of the law coming after me and arresting me for my expired tags.
also, the lady in the divorce was going to be taxed an extra $1000 b/c having the ex sign over the title to her was a “taxable event,” unless it was in the divorce settlement. i am now worried the same is going to be true of my mom signing over the title to me and i do not want to pay another $1000. that will piss me off. i am kicking myself for having not asked that. kicking myself.
finally, i would like to say that i showed up, the second time, at 2:30. over 100 people came in after me before the place closed at 4:00. i have no doubt of that.
there were literally 3 people left in the building when i finished.
without my registration.
this has sucked.
as an upper, now i get to do all the reading for our training the next few days. when all i want to do is….i don’t know, i think it’s sleep even tho i’m not tired b/c i think that’s the only way i won’t be so frustrated by the whole thing. but anyways.
today has sucked. i had a better story from yesterday, but instead i went to get my toes painted and now i have forgotten how i had mentally composed it. maybe i’ll try that later. anyways. hope your days didn’t suck so bad!
here is how it all went. which is need to vent, but i probably should not, and you should certainly not bother reading.
i wake up early. i cannot bear to go in. i finally head down there. i get to the metro. there is something wrong with the red line trains and they are single tracking them and we all have to run over to the other side of the station to get our silver spring bound train. i am much aggrieved by the 10 minutes i have to wait, but it turns out, this was nothing.
i make the trek to the DMV. i arrive. i get to the front of the line where you get your number. i realize i have not brought my proof of residency. despite all of my lists and checking the internet and making a folder, i left those things on my couch. shit. i would like to give a big boo hiss to the man who checked me in, telling me i would only need a social security card to get my license and tags. i was tempted not to tell him i had forgotten my proof of residency, but i realized that would only suck for me.
i head home. i wait 10 minutes for the green line. i get to the red line transfer point and the last train is pulling off in the distance. this is when it gets bad. i wind up waiting over 30 minutes for a train. only it never says 30 minutes. it says 18 and ticks down to 12. then it goes up to 17, then 15, then 17 and i am becoming quite sure a train will never come. i am about to get a cab (i had thought about this, but it seemed silly to pay the rate from where i was to home and then i had decided i was going to cab back to the DMV and i have a huge aversion to cabs, so baby steps, guys, baby steps.)
anyways, i get home. i get my paperwork. i get my cab. i get to the DMV.
they are on A137. the number i had previously been given was A135.
i know, i should have tried. but you know i am not like that.
this time, i am given C119. the fact that i was not given an A number will plague me for the next few hours. they TEAR thru the As. they are calling As left and right. i am elated when they jump from C106 or so to C114. but in the next hour, they do not make it to C119.
finally, this woman who has been “pulling people out of line” for special tasks makes it to those of us who are registering and getting licenses. they are at C117. i don’t know which will be faster, but go with her and figure i’ll keep an ear out. she puts the girls with the As in front of the other C girl and i. i later ask, just to know, what time their tickets are stamped. 3:23. mine was 2:31. they let me go in front of them, but our special line is still not going anywhere. finally i see that C119 has been called, and i go to the window, to be reprimanded for having taken so long.
also, only to find out that the rep at window 11 cannot issue registrations. so i wait a bit and she passes me off to window 10. but no one had ever given me the form i was supposed to fill out and i am not allowed to fill it while standing there, which will take me about 2 minutes. i have to sit down while she helps the next person, who of course has problems all their own. and then b/c the man now at window 11 also needs tags, window 10 helps him while i’m just standing there. and then we do everything for me.
only then, she realizes that my car is not only in my name, but in my mom’s name. she had looked at the title about 10 times w/o noticing this. i was hoping it would not be noticed b/c i had already watched a woman be told that she had to get her ex-husband’s signature and the divorce decree.
so i could not get my registration. and now i have to mail the car title to my mom and have her send it back and then go back into the DMV and hope that this time it works. as tho i hadn’t already been paranoid enough about the fact that my tags had expired, now they will continue to be expired and i will continue to fear the arm of the law coming after me and arresting me for my expired tags.
also, the lady in the divorce was going to be taxed an extra $1000 b/c having the ex sign over the title to her was a “taxable event,” unless it was in the divorce settlement. i am now worried the same is going to be true of my mom signing over the title to me and i do not want to pay another $1000. that will piss me off. i am kicking myself for having not asked that. kicking myself.
finally, i would like to say that i showed up, the second time, at 2:30. over 100 people came in after me before the place closed at 4:00. i have no doubt of that.
there were literally 3 people left in the building when i finished.
without my registration.
this has sucked.
as an upper, now i get to do all the reading for our training the next few days. when all i want to do is….i don’t know, i think it’s sleep even tho i’m not tired b/c i think that’s the only way i won’t be so frustrated by the whole thing. but anyways.
today has sucked. i had a better story from yesterday, but instead i went to get my toes painted and now i have forgotten how i had mentally composed it. maybe i’ll try that later. anyways. hope your days didn’t suck so bad!
posted by laura at 5:32 PM
1 Comments:
While I am sad your day at the DMV sucked and was so frustrating, I am delighted you are posting!
I need to start again. I have many delightful stroys, like how I was duped into buying FOUR pairs of shoes yesterday to the tune of $1365. That I don't have.
But I hope that your car works out. Oh what horror the DMV is. When Aaron and i went, the first time we didn't have all ourthings, but we realized this early on, so didn't stay. They were serving #55 when we got there, our number: #346. So, we decided to out to the burbs the next try, and we did, only to find the pace was a shack, and there were no numbers, just a long line snaking through the parking lot in August heat. It took HOURS to get through that line, and when we got there, we realized that the Verizon bill we brought as proff of address didn't have our address on it for some reason, and then Aaron didn't have a proof of address, but he had a magazine and that works if someone who lives with you can verify you, which I did. Phew. But all DMVs suck. They should die.
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