Today I went to the Social Security offices & The Department of Motor Vehicles.

Just needed to have a small correction made to my last name.

Started whole process at 10:30am, and finished at 4:30pm

The information operator told me that there was a Social Security at East 29th Street.  It’s a neighborhood I like, so off I went on the subway.  When I got there all I found was a sign that gave the office’s new address - 15 blocks away.

I get myself over to the address, and get a number - A165.  They call A140 right afterwards. **sigh

Things I Did While I Waited:

  • text everyone in my address book to let them know I felt like there was a pitchfork in my eye
  • cleaned out  handbag
  • added up all the credit card receipts accumulated over two weeks
  • realize how much I spent and sit stunned for several minutes
  •  come to and go downstairs to buy an ice cold Arizona Sweet Tea at the corner deli
  •  stand outside of the corner deli, sipping tea and admiring the cut flowers on the outside stand
  • got chased by the largest bee on the planet
  • go back upstairs and struck up  conversation with the lady next to me
  • read newspaper over someone’s shoulder
  • made a to do list that I’ll probably never do

A165 finally gets called after nearly two hours, and the lady I;m talking to cheers for me.

I get an excellent clerk, who was able to solve my problem.  She even provided me with a letter for the DMV.

Feeling heady with success I decide to rock over to the DMV and get it all done today.

Took a couple of pics along the way.

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Get to DMV and get an application to change name.

Stand on a long line.

Take eye test.

Smile for picture.

I hate having my picture taken.

Prove that correction is valid to clerk.

Clerk okays application & gives me a number - B342.

Play peek-a-boo with adorable two year old.

Call friend to hear about gorgeous guy she met.

B342

Practically skip to window because in minutes the transaction will be done.

Ask woman at desk question.

Get ignored.

Ask question again.

Get ignored.

Say excuse me so many times it sounds like a mantra.

Get ignored.

Woman at next desk tells me clerk is very very hard of hearing.

Look at woman strangely.

Ask her to clarify.

Woman explains that clerk is so hard of hearing that she can not hear me at all.

Ask woman if superivisor is available.

She offers to answer my questions.

Ask woman questions, get answers and take completed papers from hard of hearing clerk.

Pay five dollars for new card to be mailed to me.

Grab myself a snack and head home.

Pick up mail.

Letter from IRS.

Sink slowly into chair.

Dial IRS customer service.

Incredibly wonderful person on other end of line fixes everything in a nanosecond.

Thank person profusely, hang up, and go collapse face first on futon.