Social Anxiety

Last week I went to the license branch to transfer the plate from my van to my car. One would think that would be easy peasy, but oh no, not for me. On Nov. 7 they started some new stupid bullshit where if your name on your social security card doesn’t match the name on your license they won’t do anything for you.  Fourteen years my name hasn’t matched and I’ve never had a problem with it up until now. Because all the sudden they want to crack down on fraud. What do I have do? I have to go to the social security office. I knew it wasn’t going to be fun, but I didn’t know it was going to be as bad as it was. There was about 40 or 50 people in this little place, all with their number, waiting to be called. We were standing there about 30 minutes, just waiting and this woman who had been there before us saw someone get called up who hadn’t been waiting as long as she had been and she started bitching about it. She said she’d been waiting for an hour and a half. Funny thing was that I got called before her too and she was still sitting there wait when I left Anyway, there’s no way I would have made it though that without Brian with me. Walking in there with all those people staring at you and then having to wait an hour. I would have walked in and walked right back out if he’d not gone with me. Now on Wednesday I have to go back to the license branch to get my plate switched. Boy life sure is fun

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