Seems like everyone who is coming into my office today is selling crazy. Crazy 63 year old women who yell at the bursar's office and get mad when we call them on it, Crazy roommate situations that take me 1.5 hours to sort out, crazy registared sex offenders shouting explitives in the philosophy department and the faculty that call them on it, and on top of that I just got my new passport in...They got my birthday wrong on it...now I have to send it in with proof of my birthday. This would be either a passport or a birth certificate. Yes this is funny, because neither of which I have, because I had to send them in to get this wrong passport....
But at least the lady on the phone was super nice. She understood the ironicness of the situation and enjoyed the fact I couldn't keep the passport, because it made me one day older :). In fact she laughed. Beaurocrats that laugh, it must be a full moon. I should get my old passport/birth certificate back in a few days and then I can send it on...
-Amanda
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