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thejunipertreeThere is no other Hell quite like the DMV.
Because of my license being lost, along with the rest of the contents of my wallet, I am now forced into getting a duplicate license. To do this, it would appear that I must jump through several hoops.
I have a passport, issued in my maiden name (I must remember to change that, because this is the bulk of my woe), a birth certificate, an unemployment ID (from my long stint of being a bum), and a library card. My social security card is gone and apparently, my marriage certificate. I can't find that anywhere and it's really starting to piss me off. I'm beginning to believe that it was also in my wallet, I had a rather large wallet, because I know that I frequently had to show it as proof of name change.
To get a duplicate license, I need to show proof of age, identification, address, and Social Security. There have been tales whispered to me of some strange six-point rule that DMV now requires, but I'm unable to find any verification of such.
Age is fine, I've got the birth certificate.
Address can be a bill, from what I'm told. And I've got plenty of those.
Identification can be my passport.
And Social Security can be either a paystub or a W2 from my employer.
Name change, which I'm screwed on for the moment.
It would seem that I now need to take a trip to the county court house and get (another!) certified copy of my marriage license. Something which I am not looking forward to, whatsoever. The county court house which holds this is on one of those "historic" streets that apparently don't believe much in parking. Or, with the enormous accumulation of snow we recently received, plowing out what parking is actually available.
This is such a goddam headache.
What couldn't someone have just taken the money out of my wallet and the rest of it where they found it? Stealing my identity is going to be a big shock to them if they attempt it, because I've got rotten credit and they won't get far on that.
Upon researching a bit on the additional matter of my passport, I've discovered that I can send it, a form and a certified copy of my marriage license to to the passport center in Charleston and they will change it for me. For free. Rather then the $60 and bunch of bullshit paperwork that some passport agency just quoted me online. I'm a bit loath to send my passport through the mail, but if that's what it's going to take to have the damn thing changed, then so be it. It'll have to be after I get my driver's license duplicate, because I need it for that damnable procedure.
Meeting with the bankruptcy attorney in less than an hour, then possibly a trip to the bank to re-open an account and see if they'll give me the money in my mother's account. More headaches.
On the bright side, when I was digging through my purse to find my passport, I found a check from the federal government for $75 for the homestead rebate. I got it in December, thought I cashed it, but it would appear that I didn't. Now, I at least have the check to deposit into whatever new account I open, instead of fighting over how it's empty.
I'm also thinking about calling Joanna, to see if she needs anything. But, I'm a little hesitant to do so. I know how it felt to get bombarded by phone calls the day my mother died, when I was trying to get the funeral arrangements, err...arranged and I'm not sure if I want to do that to her.
Baby-killing headquarters will be representing at the funeral, though. Angel and I have already discussed this. At the very least, she and I are going. I'm not sure about the rest of the group. It would be nice if they did, but I can understand them coming.
None of us personally knew her mother, but we all love Joanna immensely. And along with honouring the deceased, funerals are also about support for the bereaved. I wanted to thump that into the heads of some people when they didn't come to my mother's funeral, but felt that it would be mildly tacky and more then a bit attention-whorish to start screeching about how people needed to take care of me. Many people who didn't know my mother at all (like Miss Beth, God love her) came as a show of solidarity (which still makes me kind of weepy to think about), but there were a few noted abcenses.
ugh. 2:19. Almost lawyer time.
Lawyers make me as uncomfortable as doctors do, just without the added extreme hatred.
Because of my license being lost, along with the rest of the contents of my wallet, I am now forced into getting a duplicate license. To do this, it would appear that I must jump through several hoops.
I have a passport, issued in my maiden name (I must remember to change that, because this is the bulk of my woe), a birth certificate, an unemployment ID (from my long stint of being a bum), and a library card. My social security card is gone and apparently, my marriage certificate. I can't find that anywhere and it's really starting to piss me off. I'm beginning to believe that it was also in my wallet, I had a rather large wallet, because I know that I frequently had to show it as proof of name change.
To get a duplicate license, I need to show proof of age, identification, address, and Social Security. There have been tales whispered to me of some strange six-point rule that DMV now requires, but I'm unable to find any verification of such.
Age is fine, I've got the birth certificate.
Address can be a bill, from what I'm told. And I've got plenty of those.
Identification can be my passport.
And Social Security can be either a paystub or a W2 from my employer.
Name change, which I'm screwed on for the moment.
It would seem that I now need to take a trip to the county court house and get (another!) certified copy of my marriage license. Something which I am not looking forward to, whatsoever. The county court house which holds this is on one of those "historic" streets that apparently don't believe much in parking. Or, with the enormous accumulation of snow we recently received, plowing out what parking is actually available.
This is such a goddam headache.
What couldn't someone have just taken the money out of my wallet and the rest of it where they found it? Stealing my identity is going to be a big shock to them if they attempt it, because I've got rotten credit and they won't get far on that.
Upon researching a bit on the additional matter of my passport, I've discovered that I can send it, a form and a certified copy of my marriage license to to the passport center in Charleston and they will change it for me. For free. Rather then the $60 and bunch of bullshit paperwork that some passport agency just quoted me online. I'm a bit loath to send my passport through the mail, but if that's what it's going to take to have the damn thing changed, then so be it. It'll have to be after I get my driver's license duplicate, because I need it for that damnable procedure.
Meeting with the bankruptcy attorney in less than an hour, then possibly a trip to the bank to re-open an account and see if they'll give me the money in my mother's account. More headaches.
On the bright side, when I was digging through my purse to find my passport, I found a check from the federal government for $75 for the homestead rebate. I got it in December, thought I cashed it, but it would appear that I didn't. Now, I at least have the check to deposit into whatever new account I open, instead of fighting over how it's empty.
I'm also thinking about calling Joanna, to see if she needs anything. But, I'm a little hesitant to do so. I know how it felt to get bombarded by phone calls the day my mother died, when I was trying to get the funeral arrangements, err...arranged and I'm not sure if I want to do that to her.
Baby-killing headquarters will be representing at the funeral, though. Angel and I have already discussed this. At the very least, she and I are going. I'm not sure about the rest of the group. It would be nice if they did, but I can understand them coming.
None of us personally knew her mother, but we all love Joanna immensely. And along with honouring the deceased, funerals are also about support for the bereaved. I wanted to thump that into the heads of some people when they didn't come to my mother's funeral, but felt that it would be mildly tacky and more then a bit attention-whorish to start screeching about how people needed to take care of me. Many people who didn't know my mother at all (like Miss Beth, God love her) came as a show of solidarity (which still makes me kind of weepy to think about), but there were a few noted abcenses.
ugh. 2:19. Almost lawyer time.
Lawyers make me as uncomfortable as doctors do, just without the added extreme hatred.
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Date: 2005-01-25 11:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-25 11:51 am (UTC)Now as far as people not seeing Pat in the hospital, I think your explanation definitely hit it on the head...I know that my hubby couldn't take it and would have been a mess, which wouldn't have helped...christ, he barely wanted to visit me in the hospital when I got my gallbladder out...
Miss T., good luck at the lawyers...
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Date: 2005-01-25 12:39 pm (UTC)Ya know, for being a bunch of baby killng, godless heathens, your coworkers are pretty good folks. Oh, and tell your friend I still have that special super duper official yoga toilet plunger I can sell her for only $75.
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Date: 2005-01-25 02:06 pm (UTC)Funerals are different. I could understand if someone couldn't handle being there, because they'd break down like Pixie already mentioned. But, the people I have in mind from my situation are not the break-downy type.
Joanna's mother's funeral is a different situation. I just don't know who's coming and who's not. It's nice if they do, but I understand if they don't. Angel and I are going because we are particularly close to Jo. But I don't expect anyone else to be there, from the office.
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Date: 2005-01-25 02:15 pm (UTC)Oh no, I'm not talking about them. My slight rant wasn't directed at them at all. Co-workers are a whole new realm.
And I totally understand if people can't do funerals without breaking down, but the specific people I have in mind aren't that type. I'm not mad at them for not coming. They had their reasons, which I respect. I'm just slightly miffed.
Other people, like you for instance, I totally didn't expect to be at my own mom's funeral. The travelling distance was just too great, among other things.
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Date: 2005-01-25 02:43 pm (UTC)And, I can only hope, without the stirrups as well?
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Date: 2005-01-25 05:56 pm (UTC)All of this is so hard to even talk about,,,, I hope you, and Joanna, too, is doing well.
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Date: 2005-01-25 07:53 pm (UTC)All I can say is: make sure your DMV offers the eye test, or you will have to do everything *twice*, like I did.
Good luck getting everything sorted out. I hope things improve soon.
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:33 pm (UTC)Thankfully, stirrup-free.
Given the experiences I've had in my chosen job field and my experiences in dealing with my mother's cancer, I can safely say that doctors are at the very top of my hatred list.
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:34 pm (UTC)I did the eye test when I originally took my test, do they make you take it when you're getting a duplicate?
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Date: 2005-01-27 08:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-27 08:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-28 04:19 pm (UTC)If you're just replacing the thing, it might be different. But, you know, better safe than losing a full hour of your life to beaurocrats.