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kittydesade) wrote2008-01-08 04:42 pm
kittydesade) wrote2008-01-08 04:42 pm
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[state of the Jag] FUCKING GOVERNMENT
Okay. We'll pretend I lost my wallet without my credit cards in it at the time, because at this point the truth is really embarrassing. So I had to replace my ID with a non-driving ID, because getting my glasses in time would be too much of a hassle and, moving soon anyway. I go to the DMV but discover that my birth certificate is a hospital certificate, not an official certificate, and my tax forms aren't adequate for proof of social security number. Never mind. Time is getting to the short end but I call Mom, ask her to send over my actual birth certificate (which apparently she does have and forgot that I'd probably need, which, hey, I didn't know that either. live and learn) and my social security cards. Except she can't find them, she can only find the stub they're attached to, which has on it my a) social security number, b) name, and c) "keep this for your official records." Okay. Maybe it's an official record of my social, I know I washed my original one into a fair thee well but I got a replacement when I got my name changed when I was 18. She can't find that either, but, fair 'nuff, armed with what I think is proof of birth, name change document (I've had that since I left home with my hospital certificate, just because, well, I know how people like to have that. Court seal and everything. That's the ONE document I didn't have problems with.), and proof of SSN.
So, apparently, I have my birth certificate and my name change document, but the 'keep this for your records" official stub doesn't work. You can't laminate your SSN card because that renders it unusable as an official document. You're supposed to (I'm sure as hell not going to) keep it on you at all times as proof of your identity. It's PAPER. It isn't even cardboard, it's PAPER. You can wash the damn thing into oblivion, I know, I did it. It could get torn or ripped or otherwise very easily destroyed. And in order to get any sort of state id you have to have that, or a vehicle title with your SSN on it (mine doesn't), a credit card with your SSN on it (mine doesn't, does ANYONE'S?), a school ID with your SSN on it (mine never did, has anyone's? seriously. ... although I think my International Student ID might have had mine on it.), a work ID with your name on it (mine doesn't, does ANYONE'S barring a gov't worker?), or a tax form that isn't a W2. Which I eventually went with, because I did have a tax form with my SSN on it. Actually it was a tax correction form with my changed name on it, which was amusing and caused some confusion because the woman looked at my birth certificate and then my tax form and I had to point out that she had my name change form underneath when she blinked and asked who that was on my tax form. My original name is, for example, Lily Violet Smith. My name now as it's been changed is Violet Gwenhwyfar Jones. Not very similar.
BUT. ARGH. Just argh. This took THREE FUCKING TRIPS to the DMV. I hate the DMV. I think most people in most countries hate going to the DMV. And then I have to go to the social security office later and THEN I will have to go to the DMV AGAIN in NC to get my damn driving license. After I get my glasses because I don't know what their vision standards are and I haven't had my eyes checked in a couple years. And I'd rather just do it all at once. Or fucking try to. Fucking GOVERNMENT. I did NOT NEED THIS STRESS.
Okay. Though. I have my ID. I have all my proofs of shitloads of things in my folder o' proof o' existance. Which is, amusingly, a Jack Sparrow folder for now. I'll rearrange that tonight. I should be okay for a) getting a bank account and b) getting an apartment. (Although if anyone who remembers what they had to show when they got a bank account could let me know what I need to have on hand I would be grateful, considering this may happen on Friday. It may not.) I'll probably also just ask my aunt if she can do direct deposit to my bank account here, and if ... actually. ... *calls aunt*
Okay, she's not there, so. She'll call back and I'll figure out the bank account thing, considering that a rep at my local bank said they'd acquired some branches in NC recently. Which would actually be kind of faboo if they have one down there. Otherwise I'll probably just leave my account open up here, open one down there and do money transfers to get the bulk of the account transferred. And then close the one up here the next time I come up to visit.
Tonight, or rather, in a couple of hours I begin the last packing blitz. I've already shipped a bunch of boxes off to Mom, packed up a bunch more crap. But tonight and tomorrow (apart from the running around) is pretty much, go through the house and put everything in a box or a bag or the trash. If it's fragile, wrap it. If it's easily categorized, put it with others of its kind. If not, it'll go in a big box labeled 'Misc.' The point is to wrap things so that they don't break and pack things as far down as they can be packed. All the kitchen stuff needs to get consolidated. And I'll walk around with a note book, too, make a list of kitchen things to get for the new apartment.
This shouldn't actually take as long as I fear it will, considering a lot of shit's already packed. But I imagine I'll also find a lot of things I've either been watching or reading over the last few days, things I thought I had boxes for but needed something or didn't have all of that category in one place (kitchen items being the big thing, I think), or other crap like that. And then, since we're picking up the truck and loading it tomorrow, bringing everything downstairs to the living room. ... Oh god, that's going to be a pain in the ass with some of the boxes of books I have. Ow. So. Um. Hmm. I'll give myself until an hour after the end of 13th Warrior (which I'm seeing now! I've never seen this movie before) and then I'll start. Dear gods, it's actually happening. And I think I'm too busy to panic.
So, apparently, I have my birth certificate and my name change document, but the 'keep this for your records" official stub doesn't work. You can't laminate your SSN card because that renders it unusable as an official document. You're supposed to (I'm sure as hell not going to) keep it on you at all times as proof of your identity. It's PAPER. It isn't even cardboard, it's PAPER. You can wash the damn thing into oblivion, I know, I did it. It could get torn or ripped or otherwise very easily destroyed. And in order to get any sort of state id you have to have that, or a vehicle title with your SSN on it (mine doesn't), a credit card with your SSN on it (mine doesn't, does ANYONE'S?), a school ID with your SSN on it (mine never did, has anyone's? seriously. ... although I think my International Student ID might have had mine on it.), a work ID with your name on it (mine doesn't, does ANYONE'S barring a gov't worker?), or a tax form that isn't a W2. Which I eventually went with, because I did have a tax form with my SSN on it. Actually it was a tax correction form with my changed name on it, which was amusing and caused some confusion because the woman looked at my birth certificate and then my tax form and I had to point out that she had my name change form underneath when she blinked and asked who that was on my tax form. My original name is, for example, Lily Violet Smith. My name now as it's been changed is Violet Gwenhwyfar Jones. Not very similar.
BUT. ARGH. Just argh. This took THREE FUCKING TRIPS to the DMV. I hate the DMV. I think most people in most countries hate going to the DMV. And then I have to go to the social security office later and THEN I will have to go to the DMV AGAIN in NC to get my damn driving license. After I get my glasses because I don't know what their vision standards are and I haven't had my eyes checked in a couple years. And I'd rather just do it all at once. Or fucking try to. Fucking GOVERNMENT. I did NOT NEED THIS STRESS.
Okay. Though. I have my ID. I have all my proofs of shitloads of things in my folder o' proof o' existance. Which is, amusingly, a Jack Sparrow folder for now. I'll rearrange that tonight. I should be okay for a) getting a bank account and b) getting an apartment. (Although if anyone who remembers what they had to show when they got a bank account could let me know what I need to have on hand I would be grateful, considering this may happen on Friday. It may not.) I'll probably also just ask my aunt if she can do direct deposit to my bank account here, and if ... actually. ... *calls aunt*
Okay, she's not there, so. She'll call back and I'll figure out the bank account thing, considering that a rep at my local bank said they'd acquired some branches in NC recently. Which would actually be kind of faboo if they have one down there. Otherwise I'll probably just leave my account open up here, open one down there and do money transfers to get the bulk of the account transferred. And then close the one up here the next time I come up to visit.
Tonight, or rather, in a couple of hours I begin the last packing blitz. I've already shipped a bunch of boxes off to Mom, packed up a bunch more crap. But tonight and tomorrow (apart from the running around) is pretty much, go through the house and put everything in a box or a bag or the trash. If it's fragile, wrap it. If it's easily categorized, put it with others of its kind. If not, it'll go in a big box labeled 'Misc.' The point is to wrap things so that they don't break and pack things as far down as they can be packed. All the kitchen stuff needs to get consolidated. And I'll walk around with a note book, too, make a list of kitchen things to get for the new apartment.
This shouldn't actually take as long as I fear it will, considering a lot of shit's already packed. But I imagine I'll also find a lot of things I've either been watching or reading over the last few days, things I thought I had boxes for but needed something or didn't have all of that category in one place (kitchen items being the big thing, I think), or other crap like that. And then, since we're picking up the truck and loading it tomorrow, bringing everything downstairs to the living room. ... Oh god, that's going to be a pain in the ass with some of the boxes of books I have. Ow. So. Um. Hmm. I'll give myself until an hour after the end of 13th Warrior (which I'm seeing now! I've never seen this movie before) and then I'll start. Dear gods, it's actually happening. And I think I'm too busy to panic.