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I work on a military base. Today I went to the pass office to renew the stickers on my car that allow me to drive on base. It took 2 hours and 35 minutes. TWO HOURS AND THIRTY-FIVE FREAKING MINUTES TO GET SOME [moderator deletes his own expletive, but he's still thinking it] STICKERS FOR MY CAR!!! I don't do standing well. Walking is okay unless it's a long walk, but if I stand for any length of time, my lower back begins to complain, followed by major protests from my sciatic nerve. But there are no chairs in the pass office. Everyone waits in line, and by the time I got to the desk, my whole right side from my hip down felt like it was on fire. Normally, I don't use a cane, but I brought one because I knew what that crazy place was like. It helped some, but not enough, so a couple of times I said "Screw this" and sat down on my butt on the floor. I noticed there was a navy fireman there. I remarked that having him there was a good idea in case anyone passed out from the wait. I told them at the desk that even the DMV has a number system and chairs for their patrons. And, quite frankly, I can't recall the last time I spent over an hour at the DMV. This crazy shipyard. They keep hiring more and more contractors who take up more and more time at the pass office, yet they never hire more people to work at the pass office. The pass office employees aren't to blame; it's the system. It's the higher ups and the black-hearts who manage the budget. I guarantee that if a senator or congressman had to wait in one of their lines things would change. This is insane. And this is a normal day at the pass office.
On the plus side, I did finish one of the books I was reading on my Kindle, and made good progress on a couple of others.
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