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12 Mar 2004Called Nassau County, NY–told to call Oyster Bay Town Hall.
Called Oyster Bay Town Hall–they don’t take cc’s or orders over the phone. Must send $10 money order plus prepaid FedEx envelope.
So–my friend Barbara is bringing me some cash today [did I mention that I'm broke?] and I will go to the PO and send off the MO.
I’m so annoyed because a] I already sent them Robby’s birth certificate two years ago, and b] I KNOW it’s here somewhere! I’ll probably find it the same day the new one arrives, probably in the middle of next week. I’m going to call SS today and ask them to put through my portion of the benefits now, and Robby’s later. Cross your fingers that they will do it!
[Update: No, they won't do it. Not only that, but the petty bureaucrat who called me sounded very irritated with me for holding things up, and I found myself apologizing to HIM, when in it's THEIR FAULT FOR LOSING TRACK OF IT BECAUSE I SENT IT TO THEM TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO. Paper-pushing asshole.]
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.