My battles with the vile DSHS continues. Today was part two of a massive operation to get in to see the wizard. Yesterday I had no luck at all, a lot of waiting, a lot of busy phones, a lot of long, DMV style lines, for no reward. Today, finally, a breakthrough at 3 PM. I finally managed to make it through automated machines and lines to talk to a real person.
And once more, I find the system to be flawed and annoying. The message I got was about a form that wasn't correct. What was that form? A statement from my roommate about my food situation, how often I procure my stores, and that they are in fact mine and mine alone. A simple little statement, signed and dated.
Though now I am informed my roommate cannot sign such a statement because of "Fraud". The idea is almost laughable. If I was going to commit fraud, I would have just found some random drug addict willing to lie for a couple bucks off the street. Who would knwo better about hte truth, and be more compelled to tell the truth, than someone who actually lives here, and knows my habits and situations, AND can be tracked down because you know where he lives?
So instead I gotta wait for my friend to come back over the pass and into town to sign a paper. He's scheduled to do so today, but with winter weather and his own relatively poor health, I don't know if he's actually going to make it.
And until he does? No more food for me. I got a couple little bags of ramen and half a loaf of sourdough bread to sustain me.
Yay breaucracy!
Seriously, I've talked about some of the stupid things they do, who the hell comes up with this stuff?
I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Furniture moving and working at the food bank, depending on if he shows up. If not, I go to joust with the DSHS again. Either way, I'm sure I'll be tired, sour, and probably a little grumpy when everything finally ends.
Till next time,
Grind Away
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