Now that I am a gainfully employed server in Pickens county I must have a alcohol server license. Apparently servers within the city limit of Jasper are exempt and must simply be 18. But the rest of the county has to go to the county jail to get their license.
Yes. The jail.
Silly me I thought it would be the courthouse. What was I thinking?! I walked into the courthouse where I was met by 3, yes THREE, guards and a metal detector. I swear the federal building downtown doesn't have 3 guards at the door. I told them I needed an alcohol license.
"Which one? Serving or pouring?"
I paused to consider this. I will be doing both; pouring the beverage into the glass and taking it to the table. I wondered which one I was in fact going to be doing as far as Pickens county code was concerned.
"I don't really know. I'm a waitress. I just needed whichever one enables me to carry a glass of wine to someone's table.
"Serving. You need to go to the jail."
Super!
To their credit they were very helpful and gave me good directions to the jail. All 3 of them.
So I went to the jail and had my picture made and my finger prints made (you know like you do when you are being booked into jail?) so that I can hand beer to people. Not exactly sure what all these thing had to do with each other but I want to keep my job so I jumped through the bureaucratic hoops.
Also? It cost me FIFTY FIVE Freaking Dollars! What what?! Thankfully they only take cash because if I had to look at that charge over and over again on my bank statement it would make me so mad. If I renew before 12/10/11 it will only cost me $15. I have already put the date on next year's calendar.
And that was just the first part of my day.
Then I went to one of the Cherokee county tag offices to request a new copy of my car title. When I registered my car in Cherokee they took my old title and told me they would mail me a new one. "Riiiiiiight." I thought. Like I really want the document that says I own my car going through the mail. I tired to bargain with the clerk but she was having none of it. That's the thing with bureaucracy. There is no wiggle room.
So when I did not, in fact, get my title in the mail for 3 months I decided to investigate. The woman I spoke to on the phone said that I could come on down to the tag office (only a 35 minute drive from my house!) and fill out a form for a new one. It would cost me $8. I really didn't mean to complain, she was being helpful. But the shock rushed out of my mouth in the form of " I have to pay $8 to replace something that got lost?!" Then she admitted that if I came in before 12/21 I could have it replaced for free. I didn't press any further about the seeming arbitrary-ness of that date. I just said thank you and resigned myself to get it out of the way that day.
The rest really went pretty fine. I don't think I have the energy to retell the whole tale. I did get there right before a whole bunch of other people and avoid a massive line. Weeeeee!
Once my deeds of bureaucratic form filing were complete I treated myself to a bean burrito. Because I really know how to live it up!!
And then...I went xmas shopping.
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