I hate the parking lot at the tax office

[threeplusfire]

There's nothing quite like the sense of your stomach being hollow and empty because you're up about five hours early, driving on the freeway, visiting state offices where employees of indeterminate middle age tell you there's no way you can have your car registered and titled because you lack one piece of paper. But I'm sure they would gladly solve my problem if I paid them a few hundred dollars.

I hate being looked at as if I am some stupid suburban girl who has no clue. I have your fucking paperwork bitch, no give me the damned sticker for my car!

Never going to be able to go back to sleep now. I was too cranky to even want to deal with getting my oil changed, so I returned home on still crowded streets.

Comments

[tinywarrior.livejournal.com]

Argggh!!! Is it something you need from me? Poor Toonces. He's an outlaw.


I may be in Austin this weekend. I'll let you know.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

They want a paper copy of the title. I tried to tell them Toonces was above the law, and needed no papers but they didn't buy it. Wankers.

[tinywarrior.livejournal.com]

Crapulous!! I will go today, get another form and send it off certified!! Grrrrrrrrr!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Does it have to be certified? The woman said you could just go to the DMV and get a new copy of the title... oh how I hate them.

[jonqui.livejournal.com]

Oh, how i love that dull hollow achey cavity in the core of my body when I've not slept. I hope work goes quickly for you tonight.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I hate hate hate that feeling. Ick. But I think I smacked it down with a mini-Butterfinger. Mmm chocolate.

[jonqui.livejournal.com]

oo. chocolate. yes, chocolate makes damn near anything better.