#10: Getting Back on Track

The main reason why I started blogging was to have an outlet, to post about what I feel and what my opinions on certain things are, so let met get back on track. The Plymouth RMV is the worst fucking piece of shit I’ve ever had to go to. I recently went to go get my ID there and I waited and hour on the first day, but my Mom was already at Longhorn and we had to leave, so the next day I waited 2 hours to get called in. I had my birth certificated, social security card, and the $25 payment, and I also had an large envelope with a packet of information from UMass Boston. I get in there and they say they can’t accept the envelope, and I would have to go back home to get an envelope of a bill or a letter. Well I looked for half an hour just to find one because I never get any mail, and guess what, I never found one. I had to drive all the way to the bank and had them print out something that proves that I live where I do, which they didn’t even tell me was an option, and I had to look online to find out. I tried calling them but a machine answered, and I couldn’t even talk to anybody to fucking find out what would else would be acceptable that I could bring in other than that envelope (Because obviously I could’ve given UMass Boston a fake address to send stuff to). My Dad was also pissed saying that ‘It shouldn’t take this long to get a fucking photo ID’ and how ‘No wonder why everyone is moving out of this shitty state’. I have convinced myself that I’m never going there again. I remember being so angry that I thought about planting a bomb and destroying the building (While nobody was there of course), but rationality prevailed and I just put that bad experience right behind me.