Problem Child

I'll have more pictures posted later, but I wanted to dedicate this blog to the New York City DMV. I kind of ranted and raved about them eariler (regarding the fact that they didn't believe that I was born). I went in today with my proof of birth (my birth certificate, not the fact that I was standing there), my Social Security card, and my license which is only 8 months old and valid (since I don't drive). You would think that would be plenty of proof of my existence to the state of New York. I took the eye test and passed, got my photo taken, got my ticket to wait and had my number called in a matter of minutes. Awesome, I'm walking into the DMV 10 minutes before it closes, and I'm going to knock this thing out. I bring everything over to the woman behind the counter, and I was told it wasn't enough "points." Let me explain the point system quickly. You get so many points for each piece of identification. If I had a passport (which I plan on getting very soon for Cruise part 4, we won't get into that), that's worth 6 points. Various other forms of ID make up points (pay stub, EBT card, Union card, etc.). If you move in from out of state, you need your valide license, your Social Security card, and your birth certificate (everything I had), and I go over to turn in my paperwork. The delightful government worker informed me that I didn't have enought ID. So I asked her what else I needed (I still have my UGA ID....don't judge me, we used to get student discounts in Atlanta). I ended up using my debit card and my college ID, and it still wasn't enough (I needed a transcript with it). Her exact words to me when I started asking her what each point value was went as followed: "Are you testing me?!" Unbe-freaking-lievable. Oh, she also told me that my birth certificate was worth a point value of "a big fat zero" (guess she's heard that description a few times in her life). This woman was cut out to work at the DMV. Or the Post Office. Or airport security. I really think the only question they ask when someone applies for a job at the DMV is "Do you have a smug sense of entitlement to go along with an IQ of 75?" I'm so determined to get this thing done, it's ridiculous. I vented to my buddy Brent about it, and then headed back to the ranch. Lena (my 60 year old roommate) made me chicken soup and rice, so that was pretty good. Man, I'm spoiled :)