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I've gotta say, every time I visit a DMV, all the biases I had set in my mind get reaffirmed. This really is a miserable way to spend an afternoon.
The frustration started as soon as I pulled into the tiny lot. Barely any parking, and the spots that were open were hogged by either terrible drivers that parked over the line or by massive SUVs parked in compact spots. Sometimes I just hate people.
But it doesn't get better from there. As you walk into the front door, there is no clear explanation for where you're supposed to go. To the right is a desk with a single woman beneath a sign that says "Start Here." I'd start there, but next to that sign there is one reading "Appointments Only." Now, I consider myself a person of moderate intelligence, but I must have stood there for several minutes before figuring out that there is a separate line for non-appointment people. The best part of that line is that everyone with an appointment or question gets to cut in front of you, and since there is only one woman at the desk, your line never moves. The guy in front of me explained that he called the appointment number 4 times but no one ever answered.
After maybe 20 minutes of waiting (I was second in line), I made it to the front and got my number: G122. It was already at G107, so I figured it was only a few away! Turns out this sadistically deceptive system has several letter classifications, so waiting for your number to come up can be brutal. To top it off, half of the windows were empty.
So I was left spending the time looking around and overhearing conversations, which must be a similar experience to being in the studio audience for the Steve Wilkos Show. Hoo-wee, Stockton's got some fun residents.
Once my number was finally called, the whole process took maybe 5 minutes. The gal at the counter was friendly enough, but seemed vacant and hollow inside. I don't think she made eye contact with me once. Guess this is what a life at the DMV does to a person?
As I was about to leave, there was a car accident behind my parking spot and I was further delayed. All together, it took over 2 hours to renew my license (the sign said 45 minutes when I entered). What a waste of a day.
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After the previously mentioned hellish experience that I had at this DMV, my renewed licence finally arrived in the mail, and sure enough, they F'ed it up.
My weight on the licence is listed as 100 pounds, not 200. Come on. After sitting on hold for half an hour to talk to someone, they said I'd have to go back in to correct it.
I think it would be easier and less painful to lose the 100 pounds than it would be to go back in there.
Damnit.