We have all heard the jokes about the DMV — It is America’s least favorite place.
My son recently had a 2:15 driving appointment, and we were advised to arrive 15 minutes early. Allowing absolutely or anything to go wrong (and no opportunity to make it my fault) I made sure we arrived almost 20 minutes early.
We check in. Sit. Show documents. Sit. Wait. Sit…. An hour into our wait, my son commented that working at the DMV had to be the worst job in the world. I recognized a teaching moment and said, “Son, that’s what happens when you get bad grades in school.”
We finally got the call that it was our turn and my son gave me the knuckles as he left. The driving instructor, an elderly gentleman (and I use that term loosely) frowned and looked unhappy. One instructor, 8 potential drivers. My son politely asked the instructor how his day was going. He was met with a stern “FINE.” By now I was praying that my son would pass — I really did not want to do this again.
He did pass. Thank the good God above. Next, we wait some more. 2 hours after our scheduled appointment we finally left the DMV.
I had a massive headache by then.
Why is that our tax dollars are spent on a system of inefficiency that is totally devoid of a single element of service? How does one motivate oneself to work in an environment where they might as well be breaking big rocks into little ones all day? Next time you have to go to the DMV, please get good meds from your doctor.
And be safe driving. Its a jungle out there…
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