MVD Time

The MVD is never fun, so I psychologically prepared myself for a 2 hour sit-down session in a room full of people who want to be anywhere else but where they are. It’s always a test of sanity to be at the MVD, and this time at every 5 seconds, a robot (female voiced, thankfully) called out numbers, in a completely random order. My theory is that the MVD system seems to have utilized disorder to keep you distracted from how long you’ll really have to wait.

I had to renew my 4-months-overdue car registration. The desk ladies were all very nice, and after I told them my story about failing emissions tests, etc., they waived my past-due fees with smiles on their faces. 1.5 hours later, I placed the $37 sticker on my license plate and drove home. I spent a good portion of the day job-hunting with a strong sense of time-wasting. That’s what the jobless must do, because without money in this culture, a happy life happens elsewhere.

This routine is a lot like 2+2=5.