If Satan is the Author of confusion, then the Department of Motor Vehicles is his right hand man, specializing in the art withholding of information....
I really thought that I had done EVERYTHING humanly possible to get this damned registration for the new beast we call the Pontiac (my brother has lovingly named it the "Black Satula". Why? I don't know...) Anyway, almost all 5,000 pages of the NEW application is filed out, and then I remembered the MVA/DMV's history with forgetting to tell you about the one hundred dollars here, 35 dollars there. So, I asked, "Will I be expected to pay anything else, today?". The man behind the information desk, annoyed, shoots me a look that says, "What? you thought you could get out of here today for FREE!?!?!" He tells me that there is a one hundred twenty eight dollar fee for some friggin stickers. STICKERS for christ's sake! I could make some stickers with a fucking "07" paint-markered onto some cling film at work for damn near free, and this fuckhead wants 128 dollars? I'm thinkin, no way pal, I'll just press my luck for a while until i FEEL like giving you that kind of money. Don't know where you come from shit head, but money doesnt grow on trees around here!
Anywho, onto more IMPORTANT issues...The new CD collection. OMG! It's growing, spiraling out of control. I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I will have some sort of review for you all to feast on come the "close of shop" Sunday! There is just SOOO much I want to tell you all about some of the goodies, and not so goodies, I've picked up recently. Also, I did something pretty proactive today. Blew the art store off to fill out an application for a job at a record store that i've been vying for for YEARS at this point. If I get this one, folks, it's just an upward movement from here on out (career wise, because it certainly won't pay more than peanuts, nope, not even cashews...) Wish me luck, and good days to all of you until we speak again sunday!
I really thought that I had done EVERYTHING humanly possible to get this damned registration for the new beast we call the Pontiac (my brother has lovingly named it the "Black Satula". Why? I don't know...) Anyway, almost all 5,000 pages of the NEW application is filed out, and then I remembered the MVA/DMV's history with forgetting to tell you about the one hundred dollars here, 35 dollars there. So, I asked, "Will I be expected to pay anything else, today?". The man behind the information desk, annoyed, shoots me a look that says, "What? you thought you could get out of here today for FREE!?!?!" He tells me that there is a one hundred twenty eight dollar fee for some friggin stickers. STICKERS for christ's sake! I could make some stickers with a fucking "07" paint-markered onto some cling film at work for damn near free, and this fuckhead wants 128 dollars? I'm thinkin, no way pal, I'll just press my luck for a while until i FEEL like giving you that kind of money. Don't know where you come from shit head, but money doesnt grow on trees around here!
Anywho, onto more IMPORTANT issues...The new CD collection. OMG! It's growing, spiraling out of control. I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I will have some sort of review for you all to feast on come the "close of shop" Sunday! There is just SOOO much I want to tell you all about some of the goodies, and not so goodies, I've picked up recently. Also, I did something pretty proactive today. Blew the art store off to fill out an application for a job at a record store that i've been vying for for YEARS at this point. If I get this one, folks, it's just an upward movement from here on out (career wise, because it certainly won't pay more than peanuts, nope, not even cashews...) Wish me luck, and good days to all of you until we speak again sunday!
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I hate going to the DMV, no matter how nice you are to them they are always a bunch of bitches.
Good luck with the job. My journey continues as well...I finally get that job at Bed Bath and Beyond, only to learn that they've only got me on the schedule three times this week.
Stay cool!