just keep on truckin
After my almost complete mental breakdown last night i calmed down a bit after sleep.
Today I went to class, stayed for the lesson and left... only 90 mins in. i told the dude that i had a lot that came up the night before and would be back asap. Well... I left in a fit of anger of course.
it all started with calling dmv.... after a wait time of about 10 mins Wanda came on the phone and was very helpful... kinda. I told her my situation and she put my info into the computer and said the magic words
"your motor vehicle record does not match your social security file"
me - it says i was born in 87 doesn't it
wanda - i can't say i just know it doesn't match.
me - i know, i have been going round and around with social security and this for years
wanda - well you just need to go to social security and get them to fix it
me - i did! 3 years ago! they said it was fine and i got my license renewed and everything. I don't understand how they can have me on file as being born in 87 anyway. that means i got my license when i was 14... what sense does that make
wanda - *laughter* well even juveniles have a file number with us so i've seen weirder things happen. Well Miss Carol just call up social security and get it all straightened out.
me - well thank you and have a good day
wanda - you too and good luck
me - thanx i need it
i appreciated wanda... she was great! the miss carol is what did it..... no matter what i can't hate anyone that calls me miss carol
then i called social security.... for something that was created to help the old and disabled it's automated system is horrendous.... seriously.... it gave up on the spelling of my name and just said it would send it to recipiant... thats not a person! ugh! so after a hold time with them and going thru the automated system.. it took about 15 mins to get a person. and what a person it was. i have one word for her CUNT! i don't remember the whole conversation like the lovely one with wanda cause i think she deserves to be eaten by a goat or something... horrible human being especially if she has to deal with the old and disabled... i would starve and go without benefits if i had to deal with her!
so basically it went like this... i told her why i was calling... and she's like whats your name again... bitch... the automated thing got that for ya... you don't need it again it told me. she looks up my info by my social security number which i also gave the automated system and this information she also should not be asking me again! anyway. she askes me "whats the problem" oh bitch! it's you attitude. i tell her... (the problem with my DOB not her attitude). she responses with a "it's fine here... we have the orginial DOB and corrected one on file done in 2005"... oh cunt! i breathe.... "it's something on dmv's end cause we are fine" i breathe again "yes, i marched myself down to the office in 2005 with my birth certificate, social security card, and license and got this all straightened out at that time. then THREE DAYS LATER i went to dmv and had my license renewed with no issue... everything was fine in their files and now it's not" she puts me on hold... she doesn't know what to do. she comes back... wish it was someone else. apparently i have to go to the social security office (i think my least favorite place in the world to go) with all my info again and get some printout of something she told me that i can't remember for the life of me cause it was some weird word that i had no idea what she was talking about and when i asked again i'm the ass hole cause i don't know what she's saying. then i have to take this to dmv cause of course there is nothing wrong on social security's end... at all. this is when i start getting snotty with the bitch... "thats funny cause how did i get a license renewed in the first place if everything wasn't fixed on both ends.... this has been going on since i was 17. i'm 24! this is out of hand. this needs to be fixed cause i am sick and tired of dealing with this every couple of years" she responses with some shit about get this print out and it is fine.... ugh! i hang up!
i call my mother to tell her about all this shit... she has no idea what this girl wants me to get.... great. oh well. i go off for about 20 minutes about how stupid this shit is and my mother chimes in with "well if you were born in 87 they owe me 3 years of support for you!" cause she was disabled when i was 10 and they cut it off when i was 18... for that reason im the right age but when it comes to what i need, i'm not. i go off that i can die for this country, drink, do anything but have an effin driver's license cause my date of birth isn't the same at social security and dmv... come on now! i calm down....
and call to get out of jury duty tomorrow... wtf. that was a quick 2 second call, this is my name, i don't live in the county, they verify my name, state my address... it's my old one... i'm excused... woot!
now it's off to perth amboy... jesus. i have to pay my gas bill or it's getting shut off tomorrow... ballin! i get a little lost... find my way. walk into elizabethtown gas... the tellers names are Carol and Desiree..... oh the irony of it all. and carol is a white woman in her 50s to 60s and desiree.... a black woman in her 30s... fititng. I go to pay my bill.... it's wrong... the amount due immediately is not what it says.... my amount due is $108.... not $87.... she has no idea what 87 is cause ummmm my balance now is $77... poor Carol, she's confused. I get her to change the spelling of my name cause as much as i like Y's my name is not Rudnicky.... what is that? UGLY! thats what that is.
then back to bartending school i go, suprisingly finding my way... the right way.... how did that happen.... is my sense of direction back? say it isn't so!!!! i change my class to 2 weeks or morning classes instead of one week of all day... it wasn't working for me AT ALL!
and thats about all the important stuff of the day.... god, i love my life, lol.
Today I went to class, stayed for the lesson and left... only 90 mins in. i told the dude that i had a lot that came up the night before and would be back asap. Well... I left in a fit of anger of course.
it all started with calling dmv.... after a wait time of about 10 mins Wanda came on the phone and was very helpful... kinda. I told her my situation and she put my info into the computer and said the magic words
"your motor vehicle record does not match your social security file"
me - it says i was born in 87 doesn't it
wanda - i can't say i just know it doesn't match.
me - i know, i have been going round and around with social security and this for years
wanda - well you just need to go to social security and get them to fix it
me - i did! 3 years ago! they said it was fine and i got my license renewed and everything. I don't understand how they can have me on file as being born in 87 anyway. that means i got my license when i was 14... what sense does that make
wanda - *laughter* well even juveniles have a file number with us so i've seen weirder things happen. Well Miss Carol just call up social security and get it all straightened out.
me - well thank you and have a good day
wanda - you too and good luck
me - thanx i need it
i appreciated wanda... she was great! the miss carol is what did it..... no matter what i can't hate anyone that calls me miss carol
then i called social security.... for something that was created to help the old and disabled it's automated system is horrendous.... seriously.... it gave up on the spelling of my name and just said it would send it to recipiant... thats not a person! ugh! so after a hold time with them and going thru the automated system.. it took about 15 mins to get a person. and what a person it was. i have one word for her CUNT! i don't remember the whole conversation like the lovely one with wanda cause i think she deserves to be eaten by a goat or something... horrible human being especially if she has to deal with the old and disabled... i would starve and go without benefits if i had to deal with her!
so basically it went like this... i told her why i was calling... and she's like whats your name again... bitch... the automated thing got that for ya... you don't need it again it told me. she looks up my info by my social security number which i also gave the automated system and this information she also should not be asking me again! anyway. she askes me "whats the problem" oh bitch! it's you attitude. i tell her... (the problem with my DOB not her attitude). she responses with a "it's fine here... we have the orginial DOB and corrected one on file done in 2005"... oh cunt! i breathe.... "it's something on dmv's end cause we are fine" i breathe again "yes, i marched myself down to the office in 2005 with my birth certificate, social security card, and license and got this all straightened out at that time. then THREE DAYS LATER i went to dmv and had my license renewed with no issue... everything was fine in their files and now it's not" she puts me on hold... she doesn't know what to do. she comes back... wish it was someone else. apparently i have to go to the social security office (i think my least favorite place in the world to go) with all my info again and get some printout of something she told me that i can't remember for the life of me cause it was some weird word that i had no idea what she was talking about and when i asked again i'm the ass hole cause i don't know what she's saying. then i have to take this to dmv cause of course there is nothing wrong on social security's end... at all. this is when i start getting snotty with the bitch... "thats funny cause how did i get a license renewed in the first place if everything wasn't fixed on both ends.... this has been going on since i was 17. i'm 24! this is out of hand. this needs to be fixed cause i am sick and tired of dealing with this every couple of years" she responses with some shit about get this print out and it is fine.... ugh! i hang up!
i call my mother to tell her about all this shit... she has no idea what this girl wants me to get.... great. oh well. i go off for about 20 minutes about how stupid this shit is and my mother chimes in with "well if you were born in 87 they owe me 3 years of support for you!" cause she was disabled when i was 10 and they cut it off when i was 18... for that reason im the right age but when it comes to what i need, i'm not. i go off that i can die for this country, drink, do anything but have an effin driver's license cause my date of birth isn't the same at social security and dmv... come on now! i calm down....
and call to get out of jury duty tomorrow... wtf. that was a quick 2 second call, this is my name, i don't live in the county, they verify my name, state my address... it's my old one... i'm excused... woot!
now it's off to perth amboy... jesus. i have to pay my gas bill or it's getting shut off tomorrow... ballin! i get a little lost... find my way. walk into elizabethtown gas... the tellers names are Carol and Desiree..... oh the irony of it all. and carol is a white woman in her 50s to 60s and desiree.... a black woman in her 30s... fititng. I go to pay my bill.... it's wrong... the amount due immediately is not what it says.... my amount due is $108.... not $87.... she has no idea what 87 is cause ummmm my balance now is $77... poor Carol, she's confused. I get her to change the spelling of my name cause as much as i like Y's my name is not Rudnicky.... what is that? UGLY! thats what that is.
then back to bartending school i go, suprisingly finding my way... the right way.... how did that happen.... is my sense of direction back? say it isn't so!!!! i change my class to 2 weeks or morning classes instead of one week of all day... it wasn't working for me AT ALL!
and thats about all the important stuff of the day.... god, i love my life, lol.