This is not my day. I just wrote a whole entry, which this crappy old Smith-Corona happily ate.
Basically, the lesson of the day today is that all of my dealings with the United States government end with me frustrated and in tears. I started the day with a futile attempt to file my taxes. I had gotten an extension because the Turbo Tax thingy claimed I owed 87% of what I made last year, and I had been expecting a refund, so I thought I would take the time to go over it and see if I could save myself a buck or hundred. But now, sadly, Turbo Tax has no memory of our previous relationship, so it looks like I'm going to have to start all over--which isn't easy if you've lived in more than one state during the year. The government does NOT want you to move.
Then I tried to get a driver's license. My Oregon license was stolen in New Orleans, on the same day as the rest of the contents of my purse and also most of my bike. I went to the DMV, waited in line, and was told that because I had defected to Oregon, I would have to go to the state trooper's office. Now, I love a trip to the state trooper's office as much as the next girl, but when I got there (after waiting in another long line, clutching a little plastic number) I was told once again that my unfaithfulness to the great state of Alabama was going to be punished. They needed a letter from the DMV in Oregon promising that I really truly did get a license there,* as well as 347 documents of identification, all signed with the blood of a Southern Baptist virgin.
I got home and tried to call the Oregon DMV, but the line has been busy for the past hour.
*Despite the fact that this information was showing up quite clearly on the computer.
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