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rolanniA very pretty day today, and so clear I could see the mountains in the next state over when I drove along Quimby Ridge.
Tomorrow is physical therapy, and I guess, since I'll be in the neighborhood, I'll try to renew my driver's license, since the state was kind enough to send me a reminder.
In order to renew my driver's license, it says here, I have to bring two forms of ID. My driver's license does not count as ID. One of the forms of ID must be either a certified copy of my birth certificate, or a passport. Well, OK; I have a passport.
The second form of ID must have my address on it. Acceptable pieces of ID include: a utility bill; the registration for my car; a lease; or a deed. WTF? I'm renewing an existing license, which I have used numerous times as identification over the last six years. I'm not trying to do anything subversive, like, oh, register to vote. <fe>There I could understand the need for extreme caution.</fe>
Also in today's mail comes the joyous news from the Social Security Administration that I have accumulated enough "points" to retire at 62/66/70, and! to be eligible for Medicare, and! for my family to receive survivor benefits in case the increasingly insane political discussion does me in. Huzzah.
I also learn from Social Security that they are figuring my annual income going forward based on 2011's earnings.
Falls over laughing
The other interesting thing -- I tell you what, these forms are fascinating -- is that Social Security started counting my wages in 1968, even though I started working in 1965. I had to have a Worker's Permit, which held me to a certain number of hours during the school year, and I think kids were paid at a different rate. Also, I guess, kids had no Social Security withheld from their pay. All that future earning power -- thrown away.
What else?
Ah! For those who had asked -- we hear from Madame the Editor that, yes, Necessity's Child will make an appearance as an eArc, but! It hasn't been scheduled yet, so, yanno -- stay calm.
Everybody stay cool.
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Date: 2012-07-10 01:01 pm (UTC)I always thought this sort of thing was a myth, but today one of my pupils left some shit in my letterbox. Because he was squeamish (I teach at a boys school so it must have been a he - I tend to think it was one of the boys from the exam year, because their last oral exams were over yesterday and I was very direct with my impression of their work during the school year - incidentally they wrote on of the best English exams I've corrected at that school so far) he put it into two envelopes and the outmost one was just about to leak.
No name or anything ^^ - just the shit, which was starting to smell. Having had dogs, I actually believe it was dog shit.
Being somewhat of a cynic about our school, I have to say that this simply confirmed some prejudices I have grown in the last nine years at this school. It's sad that this class will be more connected to this event in my mind looking back than to the boy who worked like a dervish despite active discouragement by the repeaters of the year and is one of the best of the whole year.
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Date: 2012-07-10 01:15 pm (UTC)Argh.
One of the things writers deal with pretty constantly is the fact that Bad Anythings (reviews, panel experience, conversation with colleague/agent/editor) tend to stick around much longer than Good Anythings (honors, good reviews, brilliant panel, cookies from colleague/agent/editor).
I have been known to make a list called "White Stones," in which I deliberately write down all the Good Anythings. And then I post it where I can see it from my desk.
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Date: 2012-07-10 01:44 pm (UTC)