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Edited on Fri Jun-12-09 04:10 PM by Javaman
about 14 years ago, Texas had changed over finally to using computers to issue their new drivers licenses.
So mine had expired and I went to get my new one. I get this temporary piece of paper to act as a stand in until I get my real one within 60 days.
The first 60 days passed (yes, the first), and I didn't get anything. I started to get concerned around day 40, but after calling them the assured me that it was on it's way. Day 57, day 58, on day 59 I call them yet again and I ask them, "where is my license?" "who are you?", they respond. Ugh, I give them my info and guess what, I'm not in their computer!!! Arrrgggg, I wanted to squeeze the life out of the phone receiver hoping somehow that the person on the other end would feel pain.
I explained my situation and they asked me if I could come down and go through the whole process again. I said, "well, could you first ask miss so and so first, since she is the one I have been dealing with?"
The motor vehicle person sighs and said, "hang on". After waiting for 1 hour on the phone (I think she secretly believed I would give up and hang up, because...)she gets back on and says, "oh, you're still there". Kill many people came to my mind, patiently I responded, "yes, I am still here". "Well, miss so and so has left for the day..." before she could finish I said, "but it's only 2 in the afternoon!" She sputtered something and said, "I'll check again". Well lo and behold, miss so and so gets on the phone all apologetic, "I'm sorry this, I'm sorry that, I don't know how this could have happened. we will issue you another temporary license, we are having problems with the change over". Fine. whatever, just send it to me.
Now I must remind you that I live in Austin, Texas and at the time, real live music, the good stuff, not crappy ass college cover bands who all want to be Nirvana were rocking 6th street and me with out a photo ID not only couldn't get in, but couldn't be served beer! BEER!!!
So, one week goes by, second week goes by, I'm almost at the end of the 3rd week when I call again and get Miss so and so. She is completely amazed. She can't explain why I haven't gotten it yet. So she says (and I love when they say things like this)"I'll make it a high priority". Fine. I have been patient.
Week 4, week 5 pass by uneventfully. By this time my friends have given up on me and are now partying and drinking on 6th street and have forgotten completely about me.
Week 6 entails more phone calls back and forth. They lose my identity, they find it, the lose it, they find it. Finally with week 8 approaching, I have had it.
I call miss so and so and clearly stated, "I have been very patient, almost too patient. I never lost my temper, I never got angry, I have been a model citizen and this is how it's going to work. I'm leaving my home right now. I will be at the DMV in roughly 20 minutes, I fully expect to get my license and if I don't I will be calling the local news station to give them a fat story about this whole mess". (the DMV had been, up to this point, under investigation for some odd accounting problems, so the last thing they wanted was the media to get involved). Well wouldn't you know it, not only is my license there when I show up, but miss so and so, along with an inch thick folder regarding my little issue, is there to offer me a formal apology.
Have fun. I hope your experience is nothing like mine.
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