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acting like an adult When I purchased my convertible Saab in 2016 I had every intention of doing what was required by law and registering it, among other things. I think the tags were expired, so that needed to be done as well. It meant time out of my day, which I didn’t have because I worked during the hours the DMV was open, and a bunch of money out of my wallet for fees I didn’t want to pay. I put it off for so long that I eventually forgot about it, until I eventually got busted for it. Twice. Mainly I got in trouble for driving the vehicle without having it registered, but the expired tags were also a big issue. I had the chance to be responsible many times over the last few years, but refused to do it. Sure it would have been tough on my patience and pocketbook, but it’s what the state of Oregon requires if I want to be a law-abiding citizen who is in compliance. Alas, I was not willing to be an adult about it, and as a result found myself being punished at least twice. Serves me right I suppose.  Well I have a different vehicle now, courtesy of my ever-amazing sex slave ChrisSwallows, and despite my irresponsible past I decided to act like an adult this time and take care of business. I waited for 2 / two hours at the DMV and spent over $300 / three hundred dollars on fees, but I got the title transferred, vehicle registered, acquired new license plates and even had my license reinstated. Everything I did came with a fee, or a bunch of hoops to jump through. Heck, the DMV even charged me a hefty amount just for assisting me. I think they might have labeled it a “processing” fee but that’s just code for a “how we pay the bills” fee. Oregon has always been a spendy place to own a vehicle, so I expected to have my wallet hurt pretty badly. Were it not for ChrisSwallows I wouldn’t have had the money to purchase the van and do all the legal stuff, which likely would have put me on the same unregistered, tags expired road I was on before. He did his part, so I only felt it right to do mine, act like an adult, and take care of business. The hardest part of all of this was not the money it was the visit to the DMV. I arrived nearly 20 / twenty minutes before it opened, so technically I waited more than 2 / hours, but it was that time period that caused me the most stress. I took along my iPod so I could drown out the noise of the waiting area, and ease the effects of my misophonia, but ultimately it was just the simple struggle to remain patient and positive that was so tough for me. That’s how much of a wuss I have become, but I certainly felt good about myself when the task was finished. There was a struggle to remain patient and sane just standing in line, and then another struggle not to lose my temper when dealing with the DMV employee, but overall it went very well. This being an adult thing has benefits but it sure can be tough. |
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