IHYNCDOMV
Of things in life that currently make me furious:-computers that freeze up when I'm in a hurry (or already mad)
-squirrels that keep eating Sarah and my homegrown strawberries before we can. i put up a chicken wire fence the other day to keep this from happening, but we all know squirrels could climb through a garden hose if they had to.
-sweating while I sleep: translation- I don't sleep. We have a big thick pretty comforter that Sarah made for us. It is satin (not the most cool-in a temperature sense- material around) and it is filled with this really thick comforter material. So we pull it back during the night to reveal a more dainty, less heavy blanket. Every once in a while, ahem, last night, the satin one finds its way onto my person and I wake up in a pool of sweat. I'm disgusted, I'm mad, I look at the clock and I only have 10 minutes until my alarm goes off and I feel like I haven't been asleep yet. You know the story.
-last, but surely not least. In fact, probably the opposite, the most infuriating thing to me. IHYNCDOMV= I hate you North Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles. Sarah's parents have very graciously given us the car that Sarah has driven for the past few years. I am so thankful for their generosity, and the damn DMV is making me want to burn this car right next to their building so that it burns down too. Sarah's parents mailed us the title to the car, which they had to go through much effort to obtain since the original one disappeared. I received it and went down to the DMV for the first time, and the lady marks
----VOID----
across the 1st section on the back b/c Sarah's dad did not write our names on the back. That was annoying b/c if I could have just written my name there all would have been well. Well, the lady acted as if she was doing me some kind of favor by only writing VOID and not hauling me off to jail or something. I left in a rage probably muffling foulness under my breath. I mailed the title back to Sarah's dad with instructions on what to do the 2nd time.
He did as instructed, and so I squeamishly returned to the DMV pretty much knowing that something else would be screwed up but holding out an obstinate hope that I would be wrong. I arrived at 8:40, it didn't open until 9, but I didn't want to wait in a long line, so I went up to the door and began waiting. It was hot, which would be a foreshadow of what was to come. The doors to the amusement park swung open at 1 minute after 9 and all of the patrons poured into their respective lines awaiting their turn at the fun house. I was 2nd in line and so was immediately positioned before my appointed taskmaster. I handed her (the same woman as the 1st time mind you) all my documents and waited for what I knew to be forthcoming bad news. And it came. Sarah's dad's signature wasn't notarized. But here's the kicker. He had checked on this and it didn't have to be notarized, but she said that it did, and he also had to have witnesses with him, and their signatures had to be notarized too. My head was about to explode much as my thoughts already had and much as my mouth wanted to. I simply looked at this lady and said, "this is a nightmare." Our presumed fun ride of being gifted a nice car has turned into the gravitron that makes you puke for days afterward.
We only have on more place on the back of this title where we can do it right, and honestly I'm not too hopeful. I'm guessing I'll screw it up again, or that I'll get Hilda the mean lady at the DMV and she'll set my sanctification back another 12 years. I might just get new shoes so that I can walk everywhere.
I'm not normally a mean person.
posted by corbs @ 8:37 AM
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