The Bureaucratic DMV's of Tennessee never fail to kick me in the ass. Of course I needed mail with my name, like a bill, that's dated in the last four months! How silly of me! It must have just slipped my mind. I mean of course, I have an overflow of bills addressed to me at my home address proving where I live. I mean, it's not like us fifteen year olds don't get our share of bills. Because believe me, snail mail is the thing of the future.
And those dickheads running the place? Are you serious?
So maybe I should start from the beginning. Then you can be pissed off and hopefully take my side. (BTW- I know I might sound ignorant, but I get I need all those things- passport, birth certificate, proof of address, etc. But maybe a little more organization and telling people BEFORE they wait half their life in a line what they need when they get there... considering how much my parents pay in taxes which is roughly my weight times twenty... it's not that much to ask, I don't think. We do pay a lot. So maybe a little more sympathy after... well, let me get on with it.)
Okay, so my local DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) isn't open on Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, they close at two on Thursdays, they close at four thirty on normal days but don't take anyone who hasn't been waiting in line since two thirty on normal days. Of course seeing as I get out of school at three twenty and live forty minutes away from the DMV, this is completely possible.
So, my dad being the "kind" fatherly figure that he is got into the line around two. I caught a break and ditched school early because I had a double study hall. I got there around three. My dad wasn't even halfway up the line. So, like the good natured people we are, we stood. I only got cussed at a few times, seeing as it was so cramped and smelly that I had to stand right in front of the door to get air. I have serious breathing issues, and a sensitive nose, so hell no was I going to stand behind that wreaking mess of a hobo that was standing in front of me.
On the bright side, I did learn a few creative "chicken shit" comments. Always pleasant.
So we stood. And stood. And after another hour, at four, the government;s prepaid minimum wage dick called us up by the ever-creating and endearing "sir and ma'am". We went up and showed her the crap I had to tote around during all school hours. She listed about thirty things I needed, straight-faced, looked me straight in the eye and said "next".
Now, you might not get my anger.
But if you don't you've never been there. After waiting two and a half hours who wouldn't be pissed off at something so seemingly irrelevant as a few "you have to prove this man's your father" and "i don't know you live here".
But of course. I'm sure people often stand in line for two hours with teens trying to get their permit that aren't actually their children. Honestly, I see it all the time. I mean, it's like all the rage in the nation right now. I'm sure I could just pull any random guy off the street and get him to wait in line with me.
So we left. And let me tell you it wasn't a fun car ride home. Just because I have six hours of homework at least and three tests and two quizzes tomorrow would have made it a bad day in in of itself, but added to the fact I was telling people about how I was going to get my permit today... I'm not looking forward to the rest of the week, let's just say that.
So to all the bureaucratic pricks who work for the government and find no reason to care about people outside of yourself: I hope you fall in a large hole. I hope you don't have enough upper body strength to pull yourselves out.
Because if you're like that lady, laughing at people who stand in line for three hours and forgot something that seems so stupidly irrelevant seeing as my address is on my fucking passport, your just dicks.
Not all of you granted, but I've never met a nice one. I'm still waiting for that nice government employee. I mean, you'd think they'd at least say "I'm sorry you had to wait so long" but they honestly could care less. I have hopes. Dreams. OMG, I was trying to be dramatic. Fail. HAHAHAHA. No....
Anyway this was my DMV FAILURE.
And now I have to reschedule... I mean, my whole day was rooted around going to the DMV because they've made it so utterly unattainable to get something so simple as a little plastic card with your picture and whether or not you want to be an organ donor. And when am I going to get another double study hall? My teacher was sick and my other proctor was out having a baby (CONGRATS!). So that'll never happen again. What am I supposed to do? Never drive? Live as a loser non-driver? Be known around my school as the freak who doesn't have her drivers license?
Well, one thing's for sure. The government doesn't give a shit. I think they like watching people stand in line only to deny them what they want.
Message to Obama- change it! Do what you said you were going to do! PLEASE. I am so tired of waiting in that line... and shouldn't you have more money? My parents money just disappears out of their wallets as soon as they get it. You should be stinking rich if everyone has to give up as much as my parents.
DMV.... FAILURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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