:: Venting Insanity ::

:: Thursday, June 05, 2003 ::

hm... security
Well, walking into Allstate and filling out an application wasn't quite like Auntie Lyn said it would be. Of course, things have changed an awful lot in the last 30 or so years, not to mention the state of mind for large buildings. So, I got roadblocked at the front desk by the security guard who asked me to leave a résumé and he'd forward it "up to human resources" for me.

Hm... Think it'll make it? I'm not so sure.

on the otherhand
Things went well at Astoria Federal. She said I didn't have to come back for today's since I had gone to the one a couple weeks ago in Syosett, but I got a majorly better response today than from the first girl I spoke to. {{crosses fingers}} She didn't like the fact that I've bounced some checks, but that won't happen if I have an income. ^^;;; {{sigh}}

20 minutes, my butt
So, I head over to the DMV and get on the first line. I tell him why I'm there and he hands me a ticket. D808. So, I sit. Apparently, depending on why you're at the DMV, they assign you a letter, and then the numbers kind of go in order from there. As to how the numbers then come up on the screen, I have no idea how that works.

Anyway, my ticket said, "anticipated wait time is 20 minutes". Okay, not bad. So, I take a seat. And I wait. And I wait. And I wait. I watch D802, D803... all interspersed with the other letter groups, of which E and F seem to be moving the fastest. Now, I'm sitting there trying to figure out the way their system works. Can I go back on the now short information line, rephrase my question to another person and get a faster moving letter group? Probably not. So, I wait... and wait... and wait... D804, D805, D806. D806? Hello... D806? No response, so the girl hits the button again. D807. Woohoo! One left!

Meanwhile, I'm amusing myself by watching some of the small children that are around me. One little girl behind me was very playful. I look up at where D807 is now standing. Uh-oh... Will they need my registration? I figure, since it's been about an hour and a half to go 8 numbers in my letter group, I've got time to run out to the car and grab my registration. Besides, D806 just showed up, realizing he'd missed his call, and now he wants to talk to the girl after D807 is finished. So, I go out, get my registration, and come back.

No problem. Still plenty of time. Then, as I'm watching the little girl hand her mother's cell phone to the lady sitting next to her, D808 pops up on the screen, a small ding that accompanies each new number call sounding through the room. I nearly shout "Bingo!" I grab my stuff, get everything all ironed out (which took longer than it sounds...) and get out of there.

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Now to go finish my laundry...