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Friday, November 05, 2004

The day of exhaustion

I don't know what it is about these past couple of days (perhaps the rain) but I am simply exhausted. It also may have something to do with going to work when it's dark and returning when it's dark. It's amazing the effect of one hour.

Anyways, we are headed up north tonight to help my grandparents move up the last of their stuff and then we have to come home tomorrow and dress up and head another hour away to chaperone a birthday party. 65 kids. Aged 16. Yes, I've already packed the asprin.

Somehow I don't see sleeping in in my future anytime soon.

I don't remember if I've written about this before but I seriously believe people have crappy work ethics. People simply don't care about the work they do and therefore the product sucks. After coming back from the honeymoon I took the next day to change my official documents. (ie. social security card, driver's license) Social Security card went fine, I had a half hour left of my lunch so I went to the Secretary of State. I spent the rest of my lunch in line and never made it to the counter. I go back the next day and got it changed. We get to the bank that night to change my info there and Aaron starts laughing. My temporary license reads:
'Revecca'

Nice. I even looked it over before the lady submitted it! Fan-freakin-tastic. So the next day I head back there only to find it's Wednesday and they don't open until 11. So I go back at 11. Good timing on my part because I was the second person in line and about 50 were lined up behind me. And I get to the counter and watch every word the lady types to make sure it's spelled right. She tells me the other one didn't go through so I caught it early, and the only one I get will be with the correct spelling. I got it in the mail yesterday. I'll give you two guesses how they spelled it and the first one doesn't count.....

Revecca.

Guess who will be spending their lunch in the line at Secretary of State today?

You didn't know that when you get married you have to changed the third letter of your name to a v did you? Well, now you know.

Happy Friday.

4 Comments:

  • At 1:18 PM, Blogger Chez said…

    Changing your name after getting married is such a hassle. I went through WWIII with the lady at the SS office who told me I had to go pay for a $75 name change. I could not get through to her that I had just gotten MARRIED and she was looking at my MARRIAGE certificate. It was such a nightmare.

     
  • At 1:27 PM, Blogger Jenniy said…

    The time change throws me off too. I hate how early it gets dark! I find myself getting incredibly sleepy around 6:30 now! Good luck getting the name fixed :)

     
  • At 12:46 AM, Blogger Thumper said…

    Well darn. I wish they'd had that 3rd letter law when I got married. I think I would have rather liked the difference ;)

     
  • At 2:43 AM, Blogger Banilla's Honey said…

    LOL Doesnt that just figure!!

     

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