Day 5

Yesterday, I encountered the DMV... and the RMV for that matter. I tend to think about an episode of 'Two and a half Men' when I think about the DMV and my encounter with them yestererday. In that episode, Allen gets in line early in the morning and waits all day and then gets duped in to giving his good spot away to some pretty girl. What I'm trying to do is no less than top Mount Everest with these guys. Getting them on the phone is a challenge in and of itself. I tried three times earlier in the week, including Thursday afternoon and was encountered with this message: if your call is not urgent, please consider calling back at a later time in the week. Isn't Thursday at 3 late enough. Guess not. When I actually heed their request and call at 5:00, oh no, they're closed. 9:00-4:00. Must be a nice place to work, well, minus all the grumpy people who have to stand in line to see them with the shoebox full of identification they must track down. Really???
I guess I shot myself in the foot when I wanted to do more than a 1 step process. Move my license from MA and change my name.
It could be as long as 2 1/2 months before I end up with my license as I tote the 14 pieces of credit cards/passport/misc. certificates/esc. over there to prove who I was and who I am. 14? Yes. 14.

Blah.