With what shall I start?
OK, let’s talk about our truck. We own this piece of shit 1975 Chevy Truck that we bought solely for the purpose of hauling stuff to the dump and/or picking up large/heavy/dirty stuff from say Home Depot or our local bark supplier. We bought it in June of 2001 from some slacker youth in Maple Valley. I call him slacker youth, because when we went to actually go get the title, we found we actually had to go get it from the guy he bought it from, since he had never bothered to register it, apparently.
Normally, the tabs on the truck expire in June. Somewhere in August, I looked up and realized that hey, we hadn’t gotten the tabs for this year. I figured that perhaps I had lost the renewal notice somewhere in the piles of mail that come in here, so I went online and attempted to renew the tabs for this year. The website tells me that the truck has in fact been reported as totaled. Hm…I think…that must be an error.
I head over to one of our local privately licensed DOL offices to try and rectify the situation. She looks up the truck and tells me yes, it’s been reported as scrapped. So, I say (as the lady behind me in line is chortling at my hardship) “well, it hasn’t been, cause it’s sitting in my driveway.” She asks me if it’s ever been towed (it hasn’t). Well, she takes my info, and calls Olympia and says she’ll need to research it and will get back to me in a few days. A few days go by, and (surprise, surprise) no phone call. So, I call…well, I don’t happen to have my registration in front of me, and apparently she’s unable to look it up by last name, so I need to call back. I let a few more days go by and call back again…this time, the “person” who deals with that is not in, can I call back? (oh, and by the way, never again did anyone ask me for my license plate). I call back the next day, and ask for the “person.” There, is, of course, utter confusion at the other end of the line, and so I have to explain my story again. “Well, it says here that it’s been reported totaled.” Um, yeah, that’s why I’m calling. So, she says she has to call Olympia and call me back (where have I heard that before). So, finally she calls me back and says that Olympia has said that I need to take the car in for State Patrol inspection, and gives me a number to call. She also says that they will waive the inspection fee.
I call the State Patrol and leave my info (there’s just voicemail, there are no real people). They call me back that day and leave me VM that tells me to call them back and leave VM saying that I want an appointment, and where I want it to be, and that appointments are now out 6-8 weeks. So, I do. This next part is my favorite part of the story, because when the Officer called back, I explained my whole saga to him, and he looked up my info, and verified that yes, we are in fact owners of the truck, and how could someone else total it? So, he suggested to me that I shouldn’t have to go through all of this, and I should call the Auditor’s office and tell them to fix the problem, but that if they asked I had never talked to him, and he’d never heard of me.
I call the Auditor’s office and explained the whole saga to someone there. She told me to call Olympia directly and gave me a phone number.
I call Olympia. I speak to someone there who listens to the story and once again says those magic words “well, it says here…” We end that conversation with her telling me she’s going to do some investigation, and she’ll call me back. One Holiday weekend and two days later, she hasn’t called back. I call her and speak to her, and I have to re-explain the story AGAIN. She puts me on hold for about 15 minutes. She comes back and tells me that her manager has told me I need to speak to someone in wrecking, and transfers me (um, why couldn’t she have told me that 4 days ago?).
I get a woman in wrecking. She knows nothing of the story so I have to explain it all to her again. “Well, it says here….” By now, I’ve patented the “yeah, except it hasn’t been, cause it’s in my driveway.” OK, so she tells me that it was reported as wrecked/scrapped by a certain metals/scrap yard in Seattle and I need to call them directly.
I call the metals/scrap yard. I speak to the person who answers the phone who very quickly transfers me to someone else. I explain the story to him, and he tells me that Olympia has always told him that I have to just get the car re-inspected. I say, yeah, that’s nice and all, but then I have to spend my time and money making up for someone else’s mistake. He asks me who told me to call. I tell him. He says he’ll call her and call me back. So, now I wait for a phone call from him.
Tell me something, how is it that this happens? I mean, if there’s a typo on the VIN, and then it doesn’t match the make/model and/or owner’s name, shouldn’t someone catch that? And if this was a case of one of a multitude of former owners showing up with a duplicate title they had from years ago, why should they be allowed to total a car that’s no longer owned by them?
Ah, but that’s not all of today’s incompetences.
Today, I received this from my Ebay purchase. I’m happy enough with the service, but these bras are in no way a 40D. I’m guessing that they were seconds because they were tagged with the wrong size. So, I’ve just bought a dozen bras in the wrong size.
Yesterday, I picked up a medical lab slip from my nephrologist, who had requested I do a 24 hour urine collection. I took it across the courtyard to the lab, where I filled in all my contact info, and then also gave blood. Today, when I get home, there’s voice mail from my primary care physician. Apparently, the lab called them because THEY HAVE NO IDEA who requested these labs and are all confused about what they should be doing. Note that they did not question the lab slip at all when I walked in there.
I’m really tired of dealing with other people’s fuck ups.