I am convinced that the Department of Licensing is filled with miserable, evil people whose sole purpose is to make life as difficult as possible. And the sad thing is that if you want to drive a motor vehicle, you are completely at their mercy.
We are trying to get our third au pair licensed. Third is the key here.
Each time, we take in all their paperwork, sign some forms about her living with us, blah, blah, blah, present some documentation, and they test and get a license.
Today, the Dr. decided to try the procedure himself with the au pair (getting the license, not "The Procedure" . . . just clarifying). After waiting the requisite one hour, he was told she needs a thousand forms and paperwork.
None of which we have needed before.
So now I have to go back with her, and have a chat with them myself.
I can already feel my blood pressure skyrocket.
If I end of killing somone, will one of you bring my red shoes to me in prison during visitation?