Actually, there were no adventures. I forgot to bring two forms of identification, which meant that I had to go back the next day. For furture reference, even if you work for a state institution, your employee i.d. does not count as a state issued identification card.
In any case, I am now, for the first time in seven years, an official, driver's licence carrying, registered voting, organ donating resident of the same state in which I actually live.
Now, I have to go make my car a resident. It, by the way, is all fixed up with a shiny new hood after the series of unfortunate events. They even pounded out the wrinkles in the liscence plate and cleaned the interior. Brave men for that last task. Insurance covered all but the deductable. Thank the great whomever!
I hope this is all not for naught. I cannot seem to release this feeling of transigence. I suppose after 7 years of being on the verge of unemployment and then a decade prior of graduate studenthood, my anxiety has been well-trained.
Friday, February 22, 2008
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Yeah, I found out the hard way about the employee id. After waiting 2.5 hours in line, I was turned away with great disdain. What killed me is that I even debated about taking my passport with me to the MVA. Then I though, "Nah, that would just be overkill."
And the pieces all fall into place.
Being a real resident, with all responsibilities and associated paperwork, is an odd feeling after (for me) decades of gypsy-style living. I'm still amazed when I count the years I've been here.
Me? Established? Only in body, never in mind.
After showing up to the MVA on the Saturday before a Monday Federal Holiday only for it to be closed (even though there was nothing about it being closed on the website), I took no chances and had about 15 different forms of ID/ new address with me. I was actually used as an example by the ID-checker because the woman the ID-checker was talking to didn't understand what else she needed.
good times. yeah.
ps. did you get the evite i sent to your yahoo account?
Gayprof, you would think I would have learned the last time I made that mistake, after 9/11, when I had to fly, and got the privlege of having my underwear groped by rednecks before I could get on the plane, all for using my Faculty ID because I'd left my driver's licence at home. What bullshit.
Lori, they do don't they? (I just have to get over this feeling that they will now fall apart.)
Belle, do we ever get over the gypsy feeling? Oddly, as glad as I am to feel "home," if I ever lose the tumbleweed spirit, I think I might mourn -- if I notice and if it happens.
Vuboq, we must have just missed each other! You could have loaned me one of yours, since we look so much alike. Or I could have just ran home and got another id before the situation got out of hand. Yeah, the MVA: good times. Looking forward to the great Global event!
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