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Jul. 20th, 2004 06:33 pmIn Washington they don't have just plain Departments of Motor Vehicles, oh no...they have Departments of Liscensing. That's where I spent the other half of my half day off of work, switching over my liscense before it expires in a month and a half.
I spent the morning at work watching the wait times on the website switch back and forth between 58 minutes and 1 hour 15 minutes, and I hoped and hoped it would go down. When I turned 16 I just waltzed right in there, handed them a slip from my driver's ed class, and toddled back out about 10 minutes later.
Not this time, though. This time I took my test just before they stopped testing for the day and stumbled back out about 15 minutes after they'd officially closed.
The picture looks like I'm a red-headed, angry, sleepy drug addict, so that's about right.
When I finally got called up for the first time I stood at the counter chatting with the dude who was typing in my info. He was from Florida also. A man walked up to the counter next to mine and began complaining loudly that he'd been waiting for a half an hour. I had, by this time, been waiting for an hour and a half, but not wanting to seem like a grump I laughed, hoping someone would ask how long -I- had been waiting. No one did, and so I just sort of stood there at the counter, laughing to myself.
I'm officially a townie now, and that's a little bit sad. It feels as though I've jumped off and that there's no turning back; I can no longer be a wimp and move home. Not that I would, because Florida is the suck, but you know...I like to keep my options open.
I spent the morning at work watching the wait times on the website switch back and forth between 58 minutes and 1 hour 15 minutes, and I hoped and hoped it would go down. When I turned 16 I just waltzed right in there, handed them a slip from my driver's ed class, and toddled back out about 10 minutes later.
Not this time, though. This time I took my test just before they stopped testing for the day and stumbled back out about 15 minutes after they'd officially closed.
The picture looks like I'm a red-headed, angry, sleepy drug addict, so that's about right.
When I finally got called up for the first time I stood at the counter chatting with the dude who was typing in my info. He was from Florida also. A man walked up to the counter next to mine and began complaining loudly that he'd been waiting for a half an hour. I had, by this time, been waiting for an hour and a half, but not wanting to seem like a grump I laughed, hoping someone would ask how long -I- had been waiting. No one did, and so I just sort of stood there at the counter, laughing to myself.
I'm officially a townie now, and that's a little bit sad. It feels as though I've jumped off and that there's no turning back; I can no longer be a wimp and move home. Not that I would, because Florida is the suck, but you know...I like to keep my options open.