In the same way that people are said to perceive the face of the Virgin Mary in the burnt parts of grilled cheese, I just reached for a small cheap paper cup with a pattern of iris flowers and saw a death's head.
This is not really surprising. I found out this afternoon that the driver's license I renewed online in September was sent to my old street address in New Haven.
I do not even understand how this happened. I am told it's my fault, for not updating my information when I moved. I never had my Connecticut address on my license. I never had a Connecticut license. (I've never had more than one Massachusetts license, once I turned twenty-one and could change over to the adult kind—I've been carrying the same card with terribly out-of-date photo for the past nine years.) I didn't have an online account with the DMV until September—I set it up from scratch with my current information—and even when I lived in New Haven, I didn't use that particular address for anything financial. The woman on the other end of the phone explained to me that since I didn't realize the mistake within thirty days of renewal, the mix-up is my fault, I will have to pay the same fees to renew my license again, there may be some additional penalty for giving the DMV the runaround and in any case I will now have to re-take my road test because the thirty-day receipt for renewal expired back in October and I've been walking around with no valid license at all between then and now.
I really don't think this one's me. I remember entering my current street address. If nothing else, it's where they send the bills. I haven't lived in New Haven for almost exactly five years—if my old address had been anywhere on display when I opened the account online, there is no way I'd have let it stand. This was not credible to the woman on the other end of the phone. She would not even connect me to the department that could have told me whether the license has been returned by the current resident or whether some stranger in New Haven is walking around using my identity to get into bars. (They're a paperwork department, she said, and don't use phones. In this day and age, bullshit.) So I'm sure I should be calling the DMV back and demanding to speak to the next level of management, but I just feel depressed and violent. I don't have the money to throw away on re-renewal. I do not want to re-take my road test. I don't like being treated as an idiot on top of a liar. And I am tired. I am incredibly tired.
I mean, it's nice that This Happy Breed (1944) is finally going to be available on Region 1 DVD. But it's really not helping.
This is not really surprising. I found out this afternoon that the driver's license I renewed online in September was sent to my old street address in New Haven.
I do not even understand how this happened. I am told it's my fault, for not updating my information when I moved. I never had my Connecticut address on my license. I never had a Connecticut license. (I've never had more than one Massachusetts license, once I turned twenty-one and could change over to the adult kind—I've been carrying the same card with terribly out-of-date photo for the past nine years.) I didn't have an online account with the DMV until September—I set it up from scratch with my current information—and even when I lived in New Haven, I didn't use that particular address for anything financial. The woman on the other end of the phone explained to me that since I didn't realize the mistake within thirty days of renewal, the mix-up is my fault, I will have to pay the same fees to renew my license again, there may be some additional penalty for giving the DMV the runaround and in any case I will now have to re-take my road test because the thirty-day receipt for renewal expired back in October and I've been walking around with no valid license at all between then and now.
I really don't think this one's me. I remember entering my current street address. If nothing else, it's where they send the bills. I haven't lived in New Haven for almost exactly five years—if my old address had been anywhere on display when I opened the account online, there is no way I'd have let it stand. This was not credible to the woman on the other end of the phone. She would not even connect me to the department that could have told me whether the license has been returned by the current resident or whether some stranger in New Haven is walking around using my identity to get into bars. (They're a paperwork department, she said, and don't use phones. In this day and age, bullshit.) So I'm sure I should be calling the DMV back and demanding to speak to the next level of management, but I just feel depressed and violent. I don't have the money to throw away on re-renewal. I do not want to re-take my road test. I don't like being treated as an idiot on top of a liar. And I am tired. I am incredibly tired.
I mean, it's nice that This Happy Breed (1944) is finally going to be available on Region 1 DVD. But it's really not helping.
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