Nasty BMV (Some States have nasty DMV ) Ladies--Not an Urban Legend

We moved States in January. Not something I hope to ever repeat ever ever again in my life. Hear that God???? I'm begging you here. Trying to transfer your car titles over and get a new license has put me over the edge and I literally hope to never relocate again. In fact, when we finally get to buy a house here (after the sale of our house in that other state) I wouldn't care at all if we never move again. So on with my story...

I had to get a new license, transfer my car titles and get new plates today. Why today? Well comeon now, our plates expire today. I've been thinking about it for a while and knew it needed to be done but unfortunately I haven't done it. Very unfortunate indeed. I got home today from taking some things over to a friend's house for her yard sale tommorrow. I decided to pick up the house a bit, feed my girl and get her down for a nap. Then I would get her up and run over to the BMV.

Well guess who refused to nap for today??? That's right. Spirit with her amazing 6th sense knew that we had some place to go even though I hadn't said a word. So after her jumping around in her bed and SCREAMING momma!!!! for about an hour and a half I got her and figured I would get a head start on the BMV. So we left for the one that is about 15 miles away because after calling I found out I had to go to that one to take a test to make sure I know my State's laws so I could transfer my license over. That part went fairly smoothly if you count going to the BMV and being told to go next door to take your test. Which you know, is lots of fun to uproot your two year old from the puzzles and take her next door where there are NO toys and she is going to have to sit quietly because everyone in the room is taking driving tests. Oh and have I mentioned that when my girl gets tired she gets WIRED. Its like she is trying to keep herself awake. So she was dancing all over the place while I started the test.

Thankfully the ladies behind this desk weren't too bad and offered her a coloring book. She did just fine with that and kept sort of quiet until I got up again and was trying to talk to the ladies. Her dancing and singing antics started back over again. I passed my test and had to head back over to next door.

This is where the mean ladies come in. I let B play with the toys again so that helped. For now. I got to go back up to the desk because I was a "Return". I went up and they asked me for my Social Security Card. Well I had two pieces of paper with my my number on it but they weren't the right two pieces of paper. I need to order a new card but remember, today was the day our plates expire so I was trying to get this all done today. I showed them a whole bunch of identification and my two papers. The lady who was helping me and her person beside her were literally mocking me to each other. But not in a quiet manner. In a way that I knew for sure I had been soooooo dumb as to try and prove my social security number without one of the papers on their list. The mean BMV lady said, "Did they give you one of these papers?" Not being real clear on who "they" are I said no. She said, "well these are the only papers we will take with your social security number." I said, "Oh, well I wasn't sure. I just tried to dig some things up and get over here." They told me to go to the other BMV which was a little closer to me (I couldn't go there in the first place because they don't do the out of state testing) and take my Social Security Card. I decided since I had messed up in the first place I had better ask what I needed for my license plates. So, like a moron, I asked. Meany Pants said, "Well, do you have your title?" To which I replied, "I have my registrations right here..." Now lets pause. I'm an educated person. Granted, I didn't look that great today with my pulled back hair and work out pants, t-shirt and zip up hoodie but really. Meany Pants said back to me, in a tone that I can only describe as burnt out-but tenured-55 year old-about to retire teacher tone, "That is not what I asked." At which point I was ALL DONE. All Done. I was bothered at myself for procrastinating, worried about my plates expiring and a mother to a non napping almost 3 year old Spirited child. I was ready, absolutely ready, to bite her head off. But I just looked at her and said thank you and picked up all my paperwork. She tried to stop me with a ma'am before turning to her vicious little friend and began mocking me again saying she was trying to help me but I just walked away. I told my girl it was time to go. Thank goodness she fully cooperated and walked obediently out the door with me. Oh, I'm sorry, that was my denial speaking. She refused and wanted to pick up her toys she had been playing with and close the lid. And take the one with her. So what I meant to type is I literally had to carry my kicking and screaming almost 3 year old out the door when all I wanted to do was get out of there.

So I came home and dug up all the paperwork I needed (and yes, should have had with me in the first place). The BMV by our house was open until 6:30 so I threw my girl back in the car and called my husband to meet me over there. He was thrilled. I mean, he wanted to take me out to dinner for calling him to do this after working until 6PM and having to go deal with all this at the very last minute right before they close. Sorry Babe. Procrastination got the best of me. Again. So we had to have vehicle inspections, go next door to another set of mean ladies for the title work. But oh wait. My state doesn't take debit or credit cards. Nope. They sure don't. They expected me to have close to $200 worth of cash with me for all of this stuff. And I had looked on the website and didn't see this stated anywhere (not that I was looking for it but comeon!) So we dug up enough money to have my husband sign power of attorney over to me to deal with the title work. The For Real nice ladies on the BMV side at this branch even tried to pay so we could get the titles done with three minutes left but the mean title ladies had locked their door three minutes early.

So where does that leave me??? Going over to the BMV first thing in the morning. Can you feel my enthusiasm jumping through my blog??? I'll let you know how it goes. Oh and the 2 BMV ladies at this branch really were nice but umm, yeah...The one who took my picture turned the screen toward me when I was done and said, do you remember this picture? Oh dear. There it was. Me 5 months after we got married and 70 lbs ago, all tan with super cute hair. So while she was quite the friendly sort, part of me has to wonder if she was pretending to be friendly and that was her way of being mean.

I'll update again soon. I'm putting a no-nap Toddler/Preschooler to bed early.