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Bitches At The MVA, Today Will Be Your Last

Published 13.9.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Last week, on my day off, I traveled an hour in each direction for a background check for work. Unfortunately, as the fat-assed lady with the loud voice at the MVA told me, I was given the WRONG background check. Thus, I would have to spend my day off THIS week traveling to get another background check.

Travel I did. Background check, I did not get. As the lady in the background check place told me, there was only one kind. So. Right there. In the parking lot of the State Buruea of Identification, I threw it down, verbally, with the fat-assed lady at the MVA.

Sort of.

More so, she sort of sat on my and squashed my enthusiasm for getting this whole rigamarole done. As in--she suddenly had no idea what was going on and I would have to call back TOMORROW. I am sure this will generate another trip up next week.

Bitches.



All I have to show for it is a dead battery on a borrowed iPod and a sore ass.*



*Not a fat ass, as I was told this week.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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