Social insecurity
Today I got rejected at the Social Security office. True story.
Back story goes like this: I lost my SS card somewhere and my passport is expired, I do not have a work id, I have a new job so no healthcare card yet, I don’t drive and I lost my birth certificate somewhere. And they do not accept expired passports at the SS office. AND I was in Chinatown (trust me, 32 Mercer sounds like SoHo, but it’s straight Chinatown on the 8th floor.) There was an irate black woman at the guard desk and everywhere else Cantonese or Mandarin or damn. I felt a little out of place.
So as I left in a huff I called the SS main line and after hearing the menu and holding I discovered that I will have to get a birth certificate mailed from my hometown (guess where!), send it with a letter (that’s right, a letter, not a bill) from my doctor saying I am who I say I am to the SS office and they will mail me a new card but they will not guarantee that the documents will come back to me. Whatever.
The next steps are to then go to the DMV with SS card, birth certificate, expired passport and hell, the doctor letter to get a non-drivers id so I have some proof of who I am when I send my expired passport to the passport agency because I feel NAKED without the option to up and leave this bassakward buracracy whenever I bloody well feel like it!
Back story goes like this: I lost my SS card somewhere and my passport is expired, I do not have a work id, I have a new job so no healthcare card yet, I don’t drive and I lost my birth certificate somewhere. And they do not accept expired passports at the SS office. AND I was in Chinatown (trust me, 32 Mercer sounds like SoHo, but it’s straight Chinatown on the 8th floor.) There was an irate black woman at the guard desk and everywhere else Cantonese or Mandarin or damn. I felt a little out of place.
So as I left in a huff I called the SS main line and after hearing the menu and holding I discovered that I will have to get a birth certificate mailed from my hometown (guess where!), send it with a letter (that’s right, a letter, not a bill) from my doctor saying I am who I say I am to the SS office and they will mail me a new card but they will not guarantee that the documents will come back to me. Whatever.
The next steps are to then go to the DMV with SS card, birth certificate, expired passport and hell, the doctor letter to get a non-drivers id so I have some proof of who I am when I send my expired passport to the passport agency because I feel NAKED without the option to up and leave this bassakward buracracy whenever I bloody well feel like it!
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