I'm definitely in a twitter mindset (140 characters or less) now that I'm a third year...have to conserve time! This morning's events, however, take up a bit more space....
Got the day off from work to take care of my car registration which is being switched to SC (the NC insurance company took 2 years to realize I no longer lived there- great for me, my dad paid for it). Anyway, I paid the property taxes yesterday afternoon, and woke up early this morning to go to the DMV. The first thing I realize is that I cannot find the insurance information that I got in the mail YESTERDAY. I was extremely tired last night but did a bunch of filing, so it's probably in the Bandaid folder stuck to the back of his last vet record...anyway, after about an hour of searching I gave up and just printed off the temporary card (which it turns out later I didn't even need).
So I get into my car and realize that I don't have any gas. So I got gas.
Then I pulled into the DMV and realized they don't do first-time registration. Had to go in and ask which locations do them (that was not listed online). So it was either downtown or North Charleston...figured I was closer to downtown but it'd be busy. So on the way I had a brilliant idea- to pick up my prescription from the MUSC pharmacy while I was downtown. It wasn't so bad after all!
So I call the pharmacy while driving, and of course, I had no refills. My prescription was on my fridge (which I specifically looked at this morning trying to find my insurance), and my badge for parking was in my bag on the dining table. I'd have to go home and come back. (Unfortunately, MUSC's prices for some meds are SO much cheaper and I won't be back in Charleston for several weeks.)
So I get to the DMV. Except no where on any of the signs does it indicate that there is a DMV inside. Walked in, found it. Full. VERY FULL. Got a number.
After about 20 minutes of waiting, I hear a man with a very thick accent above the noise of the crowd. He was really, really angry. Apparently he got stopped by the police and didn't have proof of insurance. So he believes that since everything is electronic, they should be able to just look it up on their computer. Apparently police don't keep those records (hence why you get asked for it), because it changes so frequently.
Anyway, this guy yells about how it is inconveniencing him to have to come wait in a line for several hours. Yeah, well it's an inconvenience for me too. Except I'm there to do something LEGAL whereas he is there for something ILLEGAL. But I still have to wait. I wanted to ask him what he was being kept from. A critical patient? A dying family member? An important business transaction? (I suspect it was more along the lines of lunch in front of a TV somewhere.)
So I know my luck has been bad this morning. But it gets worse. This idiot comes and sits down RIGHT NEXT TO ME. He fidgets for a bit, then gets back up (sigh of relief) and yells some more. A manager came out and tried to talk to him. He says he's going to file complaints. Then, of course, he comes back and sits next to me.
So after about an hour, I finally get called. Well, apparently I didn't fill out the back of the form. Luckily the DMV lady didn't make me sit back down. I'm filling it out, forget some information, and flip through my staff of papers. Darn if my dad hadn't already filled out all the paperwork. So I hand it to the lady, and she gives me a dirty look. She clearly asked me, "did YOU actually sign these," and I have to explain that it was a week ago and that I did indeed sign it myself.
So I got my license plate and registration.
Then I went to get my oil changed. Luckily there was almost no line (wow! My luck has changed!). But then the man behind the counter starts talking. And talking. And I mention (don't ask why) that it's a bit overdue for an oil change. He told me I needed an "@$$ whooping" for not doing it on time. Then he says some other stuff about the old owner who recently just disappeared, and then repeated the whooping part. So I tried to deflect and said that my boyfriend was supposed to do it for me. (Sorry Patrick.) Then the guy tells me that HE needs an @$$ whooping and that I should probably find a new boyfriend.
Anyway, I try to end the conversation quickly. So I sit down (nowhere to go, of course). And then I overhear the new owner guy talking with one of the mechanics...they've drained my oil but the supplier forgot to drop off more oil this morning. ARE YOU KIDDING? They have no oil.
(Ok they eventually get oil, so that gets resolved). But the worst part was listening to this guy talk. He kept talking about how important customer service is (guess that includes SUGGESTING but not giving @$$ whoopings), and how he would never do stuff like other places (which he proceeded to go into detail about). He gave lots of examples of other customers, which I thought wasn't very professional. Apparently another guy waiting outside was from Savannah (I mentioned I was staying there...longer story), and the owner guy was like, "OMIGOSH you can take him back to Savannah!" Apparently the guy's wife is in the hospital here, his car is broken, and he needs to get back to Savannah. I can't believe he a) told me this and b) told me I could drive him to Savannah.
Anyway, there was a lot more but I won't bore you with the details. I went all the way back home, all the way back to downtown Charleston, then to James Island for some work shoes, and then got stuck in an accident on the way home. Luckily after that things settled down.
Hopefully the weekend will be less eventful.
No comments:
Post a Comment