Friday, April 01, 2005
Jynxed Myself
I don't actually believe in jynxing myself, but I did it today. I was stupid enough to be under the impression that a government office could run quickly and efficiently, namely, the DMV.
Although I had to run out and buy a pen from a street vender to fill out a sheet because the DMV does not provide writing utensils, I still forgave them because my number was called in a relatively timely fashion.
Afterwhich, I was put on a line to see the lady who would promptly tell me that I am too young to take the test to get my permit without parental consult.
As I waited for my father to come after I called him, I still forgave them for not having that bit of information posted anywhere because I should have known better.
When the trains finally started running my dad showed up to sign one thing (I should have forged his signature) before heading back to work, I was able to return to the timely DMV in order to take my test ten minutes before the testing area closed for the week.
That's where it all went to hell. After turning in my test and waiting for my score to be calibrated, I was given another fucking ticket. A092. The board with the ticket postings on it, however, refused to produce my number, let alone anything beginning with A. After about twenty minutes A074 was posted. SHOOT ME NOW! I knew I had a long wait for me then, as all the numbers beginning with A were given sequentially and very very slowly. After about an hour and fifteen minutes, I went to a desk only to have my application fucking stamped and a few red pen marks scrawled on.
The entire grueling experience took off about three hours of my day. Time I could have spent sleeping. To top if, I went into the wrong train station and was forced to take an absurd route home.
All in all, it was a good day. :)
Although I had to run out and buy a pen from a street vender to fill out a sheet because the DMV does not provide writing utensils, I still forgave them because my number was called in a relatively timely fashion.
Afterwhich, I was put on a line to see the lady who would promptly tell me that I am too young to take the test to get my permit without parental consult.
As I waited for my father to come after I called him, I still forgave them for not having that bit of information posted anywhere because I should have known better.
When the trains finally started running my dad showed up to sign one thing (I should have forged his signature) before heading back to work, I was able to return to the timely DMV in order to take my test ten minutes before the testing area closed for the week.
That's where it all went to hell. After turning in my test and waiting for my score to be calibrated, I was given another fucking ticket. A092. The board with the ticket postings on it, however, refused to produce my number, let alone anything beginning with A. After about twenty minutes A074 was posted. SHOOT ME NOW! I knew I had a long wait for me then, as all the numbers beginning with A were given sequentially and very very slowly. After about an hour and fifteen minutes, I went to a desk only to have my application fucking stamped and a few red pen marks scrawled on.
The entire grueling experience took off about three hours of my day. Time I could have spent sleeping. To top if, I went into the wrong train station and was forced to take an absurd route home.
All in all, it was a good day. :)
