This morning I spent nearly two hours at the Department of Licensing to get a new driver’s license. My two year old got into my wallet and while I managed to track down all of my credit cards, etc, I could not find my license.

So I head down there first thing because the website said their busy times were afternoons. I walk in and it’s standing room only. I get #30 and it’s on #14. But there are also numbers in the 200’s and the 600’s.

I wanted to plot and I had a book and a pad but it was too chaotic. Plus, people talk to me. Doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, people talk to me. I don’t know why, I’m really not that nice a person. Still, I had a conversation with a weepy mom with her 16 year old getting her driver’s license, an elderly woman who complained about “foreigners” but was otherwise delightful and two men who kept making small talk about how long it was taking. Sigh. One was nice enough, one of those people who talks to everyone, the other shut up after I made sure to show my wedding ring a few times as I sat there.

I understand that it wasn’t the fault of the employees there. I really wanted to turn around and smack the crap out of the guy behind me who kept yelling, “Our tax dollars at work!” over and over like he had a tic or something. I mean, yeah, I was frustrated, but I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to work at the DOL, I’m not gonna add to their misery. And so I just gave up hope as I sat there, just glad my kids weren’t with me.

I envision hell as the DOL.

Anyway, the new picture looks better than the old one taken about two years ago when I was eight months pregnant and a giant ball of pissed off, sweaty pregnant woman.

Oh and Anya Bast’s Tempted By Two releases tomorrow from Ellora’s Cave. Don’t miss it!