A couple of months ago, I was involved in a wreck. California state law requires that you submit proof that you as a driver were carrying liability insurance at the time of the accident, which I was. My insurance agent said she'd submitted my info for me, well before the deadline.
About one week after the deadline, I get a letter (on a Friday, of course) stating that the DMV does not have my info, so my license is in the process of getting suspended. After a little heated phone-tag with my agent, she and I have a conference call with the DMV to settle the matter.
On the positive side, we got through really quickly. However, the little cum-encrusted buffalo-rimming shitstain (aka Peter) we spoke to gave us nothing but smug attitude. First it was a whiny line about "Well, perhaps you've heard about Governor Schwarzzeneger's solution to the budget crisis-- furloughs?" Duhhr, no, asshole, you're the VERY first person who's had to experience that. He went on to mention that "it's probably in a pile somewhere", which it ultimately was. My name is supposedly clear now, and the documentation letter saying so should be in my paws in two weeks.
Funny... the oh-so-overburdened DMV was pretty fucking timely on getting out the letter saying my license was about to be yanked (because of THEIR incompetence, not anyone else's). But pretty goddamn slow about "finding" the needed data and getting everything cleared up. No "sorry about that", nothing... just some lame-ass riff about state furloughs. I know quite a few state employees, and I feel their pain-- they *are* having to make up for shortened work hours during the time they're on the clock. But wow, talk about fucked-up priorities. And fucking ARROGANCE! I physically had to bite my tongue to keep from telling the little assbag what he could do with himself; as it was, I got my Vulcan agent laughing after he hung up with a few colorful speculations as to his sexual preferences, ancestry, and anatomical deficiencies.
So if your name is Peter, and you work at a DMV in California--
About one week after the deadline, I get a letter (on a Friday, of course) stating that the DMV does not have my info, so my license is in the process of getting suspended. After a little heated phone-tag with my agent, she and I have a conference call with the DMV to settle the matter.
On the positive side, we got through really quickly. However, the little cum-encrusted buffalo-rimming shitstain (aka Peter) we spoke to gave us nothing but smug attitude. First it was a whiny line about "Well, perhaps you've heard about Governor Schwarzzeneger's solution to the budget crisis-- furloughs?" Duhhr, no, asshole, you're the VERY first person who's had to experience that. He went on to mention that "it's probably in a pile somewhere", which it ultimately was. My name is supposedly clear now, and the documentation letter saying so should be in my paws in two weeks.
Funny... the oh-so-overburdened DMV was pretty fucking timely on getting out the letter saying my license was about to be yanked (because of THEIR incompetence, not anyone else's). But pretty goddamn slow about "finding" the needed data and getting everything cleared up. No "sorry about that", nothing... just some lame-ass riff about state furloughs. I know quite a few state employees, and I feel their pain-- they *are* having to make up for shortened work hours during the time they're on the clock. But wow, talk about fucked-up priorities. And fucking ARROGANCE! I physically had to bite my tongue to keep from telling the little assbag what he could do with himself; as it was, I got my Vulcan agent laughing after he hung up with a few colorful speculations as to his sexual preferences, ancestry, and anatomical deficiencies.
So if your name is Peter, and you work at a DMV in California--
:mfinger: SUCK IT, BITCH!! :mfinger: