I went to the Social Security office yesterday to start the process of changing my name. I thought (ha!) it would be smooth sailing, especially since I already had the necessary forms filled out (thank you, internet.) After waiting 15 minutes in the line-to-find-out-what-line- you're-supposed-to-be-in line, I found the right building. It had wall-to-wall people. The place was packed.
It was an interesting cross-section of people in the office. Old widows, stinky bums, new immigrants, a woman covered so high with children you could only see the top of her head, and me.
It was just like that scene in Beetlejuice. I took a number from the big red plastic comma on the wall, and found a seat next to some weird looking guy wearing a bone necklace and a straw skirt. My number was 148. The Now Serving sign said - no shit - 6.
Unlike Beetlejuice, I did not get my head shrunk by stealing the number of the straw skirt guy. I got up and left.
So, for the time being, my last name is still McNamee.
Posted by Jen at July 19, 2005 12:50 PMi still say we should make a day out of it. i wait with you at SS and you wait with me at the dmv. WOO WOO!
Posted by: kat at July 20, 2005 7:59 AMWhenever you get to one of those places, someone should just punch you in the face when you come through the door. Then you would think, "The wait isn't so bad after the punch in the face!" You might even come out of the situation without being as freaked out by the germ-infested waiting room that grosses me out so much. (Where are my Willy Wonka gloves?)
Posted by: Nicole at July 22, 2005 10:38 AM