What Sounds Like Nails On A Chalkboard?

Before I even begin this blog entry, let me start by saying I think everyone is entitled to enjoying whatever kinds of music makes them happy. The problem occurs when people assume that their musical tastes are the same as everyone else.

I love music. I love variety. But I don't love all music. I don't really care for most rap music, but what I really can't stand is country music. When I hear country music playing it kind of makes me want to go play in traffic. There's something about it that makes my ears curl and it just deflates me.

Half of my time at work is spent next to the shipping department in this new job. They often have music going but usually it's the Oldies from like the 50s-70s. It's easy of the ears and kind of makes you bop around sometimes. I think Oldies is a perfect choice for shared music because it's one of those categories of music that the majority of people can at the very least tolerate. I would say this is pretty key when you have 10-15 people working within ear shot and having people passing through all day long.

Sadly the man who is usually in charge of the music selection was out today and the guy that's normally in the way back was brought up to the front. He just loves his country. I notice that my boss who usually sits in that area all day is missing on the days when the music has changed. Could be coincidence, but I think he doesn't like it either. :P

The other oddity that sometimes happens regardless of music choice is the other individual who whistles to whatever is being played. I never thought that would grate on me, but apparently that's right up there next to country music. I think it's because they think they are totally in tune with the music, but it's never so. It's like those people who think they sing really well but don't. It just ruins the music.

This being said, I hope that I have never subjected people to anything like this. If I have, I apologize. It drives me to brink of tweaking out at work and I would hate to think I would have done that to someone else. I just hope the normal guy is back tomorrow so I don't loose my mind.

DMV Happenings

This week I am became an official NY State resident. I went to the DMV and changed over my title, registration (aren't they one in the same?) and my license. Of course any trip to the DMV has it's tale and this is no different.

I filled out my paperwork online and had absolutely every piece of identification humanly possible and anything they could ask for including the bill of sale from my car. I have been to 3 different DMV's and I would like to think I have this routine down. Apparently not.

I arrived with my arsenal of identification and insurance and proof I am a resident in NY. Apparently I did not have the "right proof of insurance" for the sassy lady at the front desk who copped and attitude with me. I stormed away some what deflated and called my insurance company who immediately faxed the proper paper work and I went to stand in the "New License Line".

I stood there got my picture taken, got the faxed insurance paper work and then went to sit until my number was called. That's always fun. It's like winning Bingo when you are called. So I sat for 30 minutes and then I was called up. It took another 30 minutes to get all the paperwork straightened out. It took extra long because some Idiot in GA stole ID equipment from a DMV and so they had to call and verify I had an authentic Georgia license. Fabulous.

The rest of the process wasn't too bad, however at no point in there did they actually ask for my proof of residency. I think the two people I went to thought the other had checked it. Whatever, I had it on me in case they were suspicious. Being a former NY resident had it's plusses. They just looked up some of my old information and was almost on the "in club" then. They didn't bother with half my title paperwork proof of taxes and that mess because my car had already been registered there before.

Anyway, I now have my official piece of paper from NY State that says that they will mail me a real license in 7-10 days. Yipee! Hooray Official Resideny Status!!

Two Things

1.) I love my heated seats
2.) I have four neighbors who have decided to pre-game "getting festive". That's right, the lights are up AND on.