First, I needed to stop by the county clerk to get a vehicle title. Why? A snow storm in December prevented the delivery of the original title to my grandpa's 1967 Chevy Impala. The postman returned the title back to Denver. Months later I called the County Clerk and was told to come in with the registration and my ID and I could get a duplicate title free of charge. I arrived today at 8:30 and received number 37. They were serving number 11. Two people were working. A dozen were still on mid-morning coffee break in plain site and acting like we were all inconveniencing them by requesting the services our tax dollars are paying them for. After a 30 minute wait, I was finally beckoned forward like a French noble to the guillotine. After placing my ID and the registration on the desk and making my request, I was told there would be an $8.50 service charge!! I told the lady about my phone conversation and that it was unfair for me to pay when it was not my fault the title was never delivered to me. She huffed and went to talk to her supervisor. She came back with a mouth full of chocolate and started gesticulating for me to sign the papers she had tossed in front of me. She said their system was down and she would just give it to me. Victory!
Second, I went to the lovely financial establishment that is my bank. This has been my bank since before I was born...literally. My grandparents started an account for me. To this day I refuse to confirm my grandmother is deceased because they would change the account number on me. I refuse. I'm a creature of habit and sentimental comfort and if I want my same account number then as far as my bank is concerned, my grandma will live forever! Anywho, at nearly three decades old I'm proud to say I've avoided credit cards at all costs. I never had a reason for them. But the lure of stockpiling Disney Rewards and attempting to acquire a Mickey VISA awakened me to the fact that never ever, ever having a credit card is just as bad as bad credit. It's horribly messed up logic. It makes my blood boil thinking about how many hoops I have to jump through because everyone who buried themselves in debt has ruined the financial world. So I went to MY bank and asked for a credit card. DENIED. I've bought a car, a motorcycle, and computers on credit, and a house...all but the last, paid off in full - early!!! I make decent money and save most of it. This world is messed the fuck up! Yes, I cursed - that's how mad I get when I think about! So, the path to some credit card credit on my credit history is all thorns and no roses.
Third, I had to go pick up pieces of cheap plastic from Comcast in order to get my televisions to work again. The company's grand conversion to digital yesterday means millions of homes get filled with converter boxes. What's green about this? Nothing. I stood in a growing line outside, in the heat, waiting for Comcast to open its doors. We were all there to pick up self-install kits. Pretty good deal right? Company is improving their service via the labor of all of their customers. I'm sure we'll get a bill to reflect our improved service shortly. I didn't mind at first because Brent's pretty handy and knows how to do whatever it is Comcast wanted done. Fast forward to post-install and I have one working television, one non-working television, and I'm on hold with Comcast's customer service help line. So much for simplicity.
Anywho, like I said, errands ... best enjoyed in small doses. I'm not doing a single one tomorrow.
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