Just a few things I thought I'd share:
1) The DMV will always be a pain in the butt........no matter where you live.
Patton Oswalt has a bit on his newest special about how the DMV doesn't make things difficult, but that we do because we don't follow directions. So he's mocking someone who gets the registration renewal letter in the mail by saying, "I got a letter, and it has an eagle on it. Do I get an eagle? Because I can't take care of an eagle."
It's actually pretty funny..........check it out.
He's right. It's not the DMV employees' faults that things are difficult and there is so much red tape. They didn't make the rules, and if they seem annoyed, it's because the rules are stupid and they have to deal with pissed off customers all day. Regardless, Patton is specifically talking about the annual registration renewal. That's easy. You get a thing in the mail that tells you what to do, and you can even do it online now. Easy.
Transferring a title, registration, getting a new license, and doing it all in a new state with different rules, however........turns out it's a giant pain in the butt. There may be an instruction sheet for registration renewal, but there is no clear "guide" for any of the other crap. No matter how much reading I did leading up to getting all of this getting taken care of, the rules and the forms I needed were not clear. Some of the form links were broken on the state website, which was awesome. I had to guess on which forms I would need, and I even printed off ones I thought might be relevant -- just maybe -- just in case. One of them I didn't need, but one of them I definitely did. I found it by accident and didn't even think it was totally necessary, but it was. It even had to be notarized. (That piece of paper in itself was a whole other pain in the butt.......I had to pay twice to get the damn thing notarized -- long story.)
Stupid, stupid, stupid.........
2) Applying for jobs will always be a long, tedious process that sucks hours out of your life.
I gave myself the first week in Texas to unpack, get situated, explore the area a bit, and do things like go to the pool that's within walking distance.
Yes, I realize that I mentioned the "pool within walking distance" in my last post, but I don't think you realize how awesome this is. If you're jealous, you should be. Hate me -- it's fine.
But after taking that first week off, I've hit the ground running with trying to get my car stuff taken care of and applying for as many relevant jobs as possible.
I had forgotten how much time gets sucked out of your day by applying to even one job, let alone several. They want SO much information -- beyond employment history and education and such.
Several of them have wanted the addresses of where I've lived for the past 10 years. If you read the post where I recounted how many times I've moved in the past 10 years.............there's no freaking way I could accurately do that. I don't think they'd have enough boxes for that anyway. I'd make it back to maybe 22, but not to 18. Ugh.
My favorite, common online application "feature," if you will, is the one where it won't let you move onto the next section until you fix what's wrong, but they don't tell you what's wrong. Generally it's something to do with the system not liking your use of a symbol, number or whatever, but there are no instructions anywhere to be found that say what you can and can't enter into the boxes. Mozzie thinks I'm yelling at him when I yell, "Tell me what you want!!!" at the computer. It's a fun back and forth of, "Oh come the eff on!!! Oh no, not you Mozzie. Come here buddy.......I love you.............Okay, let's try it without the dollar sign. Okay (*through gritted teeth), let's take out the dashes. SERIOUSLY???!!! Tell me what you want!!!"
I've lost count of how many jobs I've applied for at this point........my brain hurts............
I have had a few serious bites though. So things are looking up. Yay!
But I still hate applying for jobs..........
3) Will is awesome.
Will has been crazy busy between band camp from 8am-4pm and writing what seems like all the drill in the world. He's been writing SO much that he's been working what would be the equivalent of pulling 5 doubles in a week. Why? Well, there is a lot of work to do, but he's been working overtime so we can have Friday night and an entire weekend day together. So he's been busting his butt to spend quality time with me.
I had a bad day last week. It was the epic DMV day where I walked into the same place 5 times trying desperately to get everything done (and called 3 times), plus I got three job rejection emails. Getting rejected is never a good feeling, but this was infuriating, because the reasoning was that I "didn't meet the minimum qualifications." I was definitely over-qualified for each position, in every way, but those were the emails I got.
There were some other dumb things that happened, but I'll spare you the details. It was just one of those days where things keep compacting, until something really small pushes you over the edge and you have no idea why you're crying.
Oh, Mozzie was also being a giant a-hole that day. That dog had gone NUTS.
Regardless, Will had a ton of work to get done that night, but instead, he took me to dinner so we could have some time and talk about what was bothering me.
I'm fairly certain the conversation went something like this:
Will: So what's going on?
Me: (*trying to fight back tears*) I'm just.....having...........
Will: A rough day?
Me: (*sniffle*) Yeah.
Will: Okay. Well let's get you some food. You always feel better after you eat. Are you hungry?
Me: (*sniffle*) Yeah.
Will: What do you want to eat?
Me: (*starts crying*)
NOTE: I'm very indecisive when it comes to food. I was clearly overwhelmed at the moment, so the thought of making a decision about freaking food made me cry. Oy.........
Will: I'll find us something. Don't you worry.
He gets me and knows how to deal with my crazy. He's awesome.
The DMV and applying for jobs have got to be two of my least favorite parts about adulting, you know, besides paying bills and stuff. But speaking of adulting........spiced rum is cheap down here for some reason, limes are DIRT cheap (seriously, I bought 10 limes for $1 today), and I've been in a Cuba Libre kind of mood. To cheap rum!!! Huzzah!!!
I'm an "adult," or so I've been told. I do "adult" things, I have an "adult" job, I pay bills, and I drink bourbon and wine. I have great friends and family, an amazing husband, and generally a pretty good life. I have achieved many things, yet so little at the same time. I'm 30, yet I feel more clueless than when I graduated college. This is how I "adult."