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Jun. 6th, 2013 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
babydracoHad to go to a government office located 45 minutes away to get one piece of paper that I needed by tomorrow that I should have been able to have mailed to me but couldn't because I didn't know I needed it until this week...because the housing people never bothered to tell me until now even though they've sort of known I needed it for months.
The city this office is in is a three hundred + year old port city and that means, yes, you guessed it, traffic there is the WORST. Built for horses and carriages, not cars, which means twisty, turny, narrow streets that everyone is trying to get through at once, necessitating some very draconian parking laws. Your best bet is usually to park a few blocks away and walk- if you're lucky you can free parking at an actual park but the obvious one tends to fill up fast even in winter and the other one is too far to walk.
And as bad luck would have it, this week they're doing road construction all around the building I needed to get into.
And then you have to go through a metal detector and it's all very overly secure because there's an FBI field office in the same building. I had tweezers in my bag, so they had to go through it. Then you go up the elevator and walk down a hall and enter a room and go up to this machine where you punch in what you're there for and it gives you a receipt with a number. Then you wait.
My wait was not long this time and I got no hassles. But last time, when I went in to report my change of address, I had to wait for so long that I got a parking ticket. And since I'd just been given some very bad news about my benefits, I sat there and sobbed.
I actually got out with two hours left on my meter, so I walked around and took photos.
The city this office is in is a three hundred + year old port city and that means, yes, you guessed it, traffic there is the WORST. Built for horses and carriages, not cars, which means twisty, turny, narrow streets that everyone is trying to get through at once, necessitating some very draconian parking laws. Your best bet is usually to park a few blocks away and walk- if you're lucky you can free parking at an actual park but the obvious one tends to fill up fast even in winter and the other one is too far to walk.
And as bad luck would have it, this week they're doing road construction all around the building I needed to get into.
And then you have to go through a metal detector and it's all very overly secure because there's an FBI field office in the same building. I had tweezers in my bag, so they had to go through it. Then you go up the elevator and walk down a hall and enter a room and go up to this machine where you punch in what you're there for and it gives you a receipt with a number. Then you wait.
My wait was not long this time and I got no hassles. But last time, when I went in to report my change of address, I had to wait for so long that I got a parking ticket. And since I'd just been given some very bad news about my benefits, I sat there and sobbed.
I actually got out with two hours left on my meter, so I walked around and took photos.
