Story 1: Why I Hate the Passport People
Ok, so I've had a passport for most of my life. More than 1 passport. And I've never had a problem with the passport people. Until now.
When I got married, I changed my name. It's a common thing to do. And when I'd finally gotten the new driver's license, the new social security card, the new everything, I went to go get a new passport. I had 5, almost 6 weeks before I was leaving on my honeymoon to Paris (now? 2 weeks.), and so I needed to do the Super Fast Quick passport application. I mailed them my old passport, my original marriage license, a big long form, and buckets of money. And... Nothing. Nada. It was supposed to take 2 weeks, and at this point it's been 3. My passport application hasn't even begun to have been processed... it could possibly be lost. They claim to know nothing about it, and that it's their "busy season." Boo fucking hoo. I have a tracking number that shows it got to the passport office... but since Nov. 19th, who knows what happened to the damn thing.
I have an appointment, though, on Dec. 16th (the first appointment they had), with my regional passport office, where I can apply in person, give them my birth certificate and a certified copy of my marriage license (as they have the original in a pit of hell somewhere) and again, throw buckets of money at them, and I can get my passport in 1 to 3 days.
Did I mention that "my regional passport office" is in CHICAGO? That's... five and a half hours away. And I'm going to have to miss the company Christmas party (read: drunkfest) to go do this.
But they could still find and process my passport application. So... I'm a little stressed out here.
Story 2: Why I Hate Snow in Missouri
They don't plow, they don't salt, they don't know how to drive, and they're all idiots.
Surprise: I've never seen the movie Carrie.
But I'm changing that tonight.