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Another day as the idly unemployed, can't look for w#@k on a holiday.



Unemployment really agrees with me. Its been a good month. If I still had my crappy job I would have missed seeing these beautiful furry/feathery bastards.
Puppy Bowl IV !!!



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Today I enjoyed a favorite past time of the unemployed and hung around The Department of Motor Vehicles. My drivers license doesnt expire until 2029 but every 12 years we are required to update the photo, by law.
My renewal notice came last November. So I drove across town for the requisite worst picture ever.
I braved the waiting room where half dozen of the creepiest mo fo's who ever escaped Walmart were sitting only to get hissed at by the lovely Cromagnon at the counter, "The computers are down, thats why we have a sign on the door."
Well excuse me for interrupting Her Royal Polyesterness while she was getting paid to do nothing but sit there and look dense but the sign on the door said No Licenses. Nothing about photos. So I left and forgot all about my photoshoot.
Until Roomies photo renewal notice arrived.
Forlornly Cavedog and I made the crosstown drive back to the black hole that is the DMV today. Carefully I read a new sign on the door.
This time it instructed me to get a number from the Greeter. Greeter? I saw no blue vest, hostess stand or smiling face. In a panic not wanting to get bitched at again I scanned the packed waiting room searching for any employee who would match my interpretation of a Greeter.
Only seeing women who matched my idea of a Siberian Biker Bar Bouncer I got in the nearest line. Luckily that clerk turned out to be the Greeter and gave me a number and a look only "to break a nail". They save the "to kill" looks for relocating Texans.
My number, B 666 should have been a warning of things to come. Actually it was B 166 but close enough.
They were Now Serving B 142 so I settled in for a long winters wait standing against a wall trying not to breathe the stuffy air deeply since my town is in the middle of a flu epidemic. It wasnt hard to pick out the employed in the crowd, they were the ones checking their watches.
I did find a sign on the wall stating that they wouldnt accept checks in payment for returned check fees mildly amusing but trying not to stare at the two inches of pure gray roots shooting out of the head of dyed jet black hair on the lady standing next to me was awful. She was friendly and kept talking to me too. I just wanted to reach over the counter, grab a Sharpie and do some touch up.
One hour passed, tick tock tick tock, and they called Now Serving B 162. My pulse quickened, ba bump ba bump, and I got ready for my close up. Suddenly the Greeters phone rang. Brrrng brngggg brrngg brnnnnng.
She had a short conversation and made an announcement. Their computers had just crashed and they had to call the tech in. It would be at least another hour. Well I didnt have another hour at least to wait, I had to get back to being unemployed or as I like to call it at leisure. Guiding Light was coming on and Fridays always mean a cliffhanger.
I said to a woman going out the door that this was my second time with the computer crashes and she said this was her second time this week. Way to go DMV.



Furry bastards at leisure.
The Take A Number always reminds me of when i was an up and coming ahole in my teens and w^%ked at an ice cream shoppe. Summer evenings the line would be out the door and i would call Now Serving Number XXX just to see everyone look around for the dispenser we didnt have. I applied to w#%k at DMV a few years ago, they should have called me, I was a natural.
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