Grounded

Today is my last day driving for a couple weeks.

My B.C. registration and insurance expire at midnight, and I’m not ready to be a full Washingtonian just yet.

Oh, I’m ready ready but I don’t have all my ducks in a row, which feels strange for me. I went to the local SSA office a week after I got here and applied for my Social Security Number (SSN). That was too soon. I wasn’t in the system yet and I had to wait for verification from the big guns in Baltimore, MD.

Next stop, the Department of Motor Vehicles. Ah but if one doesn’t have an SSN, one cannot get a driver’s licence without a stringent identification process and interview. It will be easier if I wait for my SSN.

Eff.

ford escapeAlmost four weeks have passed. Earlier this week, I made sure to clear things up with Insurance Corporation of B.C. and my private insurer, knowing my registration was up today. I didn’t want any further payments taken from a bank account that isn’t getting any deposits.

Now I get grumbly. Little Miss Independent Career Girl is facing time without an escape. Er … her Ford Escape. Our Great Escape!

It’s time to put a call in.

The phone call

“Social Security Administration, my name is Pam. How may I help you?,” a raspy voice read from a script in a tone similar to a five-year-old carefully saying each word from My First Reader.

I told her I started my SSN application a month ago, and I was calling for an update.

She said she needed my SSN before she could give me any information.

I try to find the humour in these moments. Otherwise, I’ll go insane. However, I must have been the 50th asshole whose call Pam had answered that day, interspersing each one with a smoke break.

“But I don’t have a number,” I said, chuckling. “That’s why I’m calling.”

Her tone turned to “annoyed” but still she read from her script, repeating that she needed my SSN before she could provide me any information. If I did not have an SSN, I have to check with my local office and she would be “happy” to give me that phone number.

Thank you, Pam.

A quick call to my local SSA office reveals my SSN card will be delivered via USPS in seven to 10 business days.

I’m grounded for seven to 10 business days.

Then I can bike down to the DMV, take a number and endure another long wait to get my driver’s licence. Fortunately, a B.C. licence allows me to skip past any re-testing phase … which I don’t quite get because B.C. drivers are HORRIBLE.

Then I can get Our Great Escape licensed and insured.

Seven to 10 business days.

Right now, that feels like it may as well be seven to 10 months. Seven to 10 years.

I’m sure it will speed by, just like the last month has.

Until then, I’m going to make the most of a beautiful day and one last day of having my truck licensed.

It’s time for a road trip.

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