Ahhlee
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So today I traveled to the "big city" for a doctor's appointment and decided I would get my passport application taken care of while I was there. I planned ahead and brought my birth certificate and Social Security card along with my driver's license to make sure there would be no identification problems and made my way to the Post Office.
I got my application, filled it out, and then waited to be interviewed by the official. He called me in, looked over everything, praised me for having enough foresight to bring my birth certificate, and then said...."Oh, this might be a problem. I see you have gone by another name before (married name). Are you legally permitted to go by your current name?".
"Well yes, I had that included in my divorce decree and have a new Social Security card which shows the name I go by now...the name I've been going by for the last 9 years."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you know how bureaucracy goes. Do you have a certified copy of your divorce decree?"
"Not with me. I didn't think I would need it beings I had along 3 other forms of identification."
"We could send in the application as is, but most likely it will be declined and returned to you until you can provide proof of your divorce and name change. Would you like to try to sneak it by, or wait?"
"I guess I'll wait."
The guy was nice enough about it and I didn't pitch a fit there in his office, but I was ******. Seriously...it seems like at least every three years when I'm applying for different things I have to drag out that fukking divorce decree to prove I am who I say I am! That blasted paper is a constant thorn in my side.
If my ex were applying for a passport today, he wouldn't have to prove he's no longer married to me. ****, I bet he hasn't had to touch his copy of the decree since the day he got it!
And I swear on all that is Holy, the FIRST person who dares to mention that I could avoid this hassle if I'd never gotten divorced in the first place will get beaten into a ******, unrecognizable pulp!
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I got my application, filled it out, and then waited to be interviewed by the official. He called me in, looked over everything, praised me for having enough foresight to bring my birth certificate, and then said...."Oh, this might be a problem. I see you have gone by another name before (married name). Are you legally permitted to go by your current name?".
"Well yes, I had that included in my divorce decree and have a new Social Security card which shows the name I go by now...the name I've been going by for the last 9 years."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you know how bureaucracy goes. Do you have a certified copy of your divorce decree?"
"Not with me. I didn't think I would need it beings I had along 3 other forms of identification."
"We could send in the application as is, but most likely it will be declined and returned to you until you can provide proof of your divorce and name change. Would you like to try to sneak it by, or wait?"
"I guess I'll wait."
The guy was nice enough about it and I didn't pitch a fit there in his office, but I was ******. Seriously...it seems like at least every three years when I'm applying for different things I have to drag out that fukking divorce decree to prove I am who I say I am! That blasted paper is a constant thorn in my side.
If my ex were applying for a passport today, he wouldn't have to prove he's no longer married to me. ****, I bet he hasn't had to touch his copy of the decree since the day he got it!
And I swear on all that is Holy, the FIRST person who dares to mention that I could avoid this hassle if I'd never gotten divorced in the first place will get beaten into a ******, unrecognizable pulp!
Grumble