Go me, I'm actually posting here today. Life has a tendency to get a little hectic, so sometimes I forget that posting here is often therapeutic. This afternoon after work I'm going to take my motorcycle endorsement written exam. I have to pass it this week because I'm taking the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation) class this weekend (Friday-Saturday-Sunday), which will save me some coin on my insurance, not to mention counts as my operational exam as well. The wench that screwed me out of my endorsement the time I took the operational exam was there to greet me when I went to the DMV to get all my information. She remembered me (big surprise, I cussed her out pretty well), and rest assured I remembered her. She's the sort of person that's on a power trip and thinks that somehow I should be impressed she works there.
At the DMV.
She was rude, condescending, and an out and out annoying the day I took my exam. In retrospect I should have made her explain what was expected of me before starting the ridden portion, but alas I did not. Hopefully I'll pass this written (again) with flying colors, take my class and get my endorsement. I'll march down to the cockroach infested building that is the DMV and tell Ms. PowerTrip to take a Zoloft or something.
