  Some Mondays are just fine & dandy - no big deal. Today, I thought my head would explode. First, I went down the DMV (that says it all right there, doesn't it?
) to get my Louisiana license changed to a NY State license & also to change my maiden name to my married name. Yes, nearly 2 years after the fact. You don't have to remind me. It's not like I haven't tried to do this before, but they didn't accept my marriage certificate last time because it wasn't the certified copy. Anyway, so after asking my sisters to go by the courthouse & picking up the correct copy, I sat on it for about a year.
So that brings us back to today. I'm in line at 8 am. The office opens at 8:30 & the line is halfway around the corner & down the block. Once I finally make it to the window, they tell me they need my birth certificate which I have conveniently left at home. I silently collect my papers, etc. and head to work. Once I hit work, I'm told that the 22 books we sent out on Friday (and that I stayed an hour & a half late to complete) had to be redone since there weren't any page numbers and there was 1 spelling error.
I just bit my tongue, hole-punched the 22 books, spiral bound them, boxed them up and sent them out. Silently cursing everyone. 
