Time to Vent

Can you develop a phobia of filling out forms? I was having a pretty good day until I had to supply more paperwork to the board office. And that just curled me up on the floor. I'm usually pretty stoic about these things, but not today.

The last three years have been pretty paperwork-heavy, what with the online classes and the certification and then the not-certification and then all the hoops and redtape that was involved in crossing state lines with different qualifications to actually get the fabled certification. I have a xerox paper box full of all that paperwork because I don't dare throw it away and the thought of having to do more just sent me into near-tearful miseries. Turns out the trigger was 'letter of verification'.

Luckily that was in an email, because if I had to talk to someone on the phone I don't know what I would've said. Probably something like "Do you KNOW how many letters of verification I have sent for? And TRANSCRIPTS! OHMYGOD, the TRANSCRIPTS! OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTS! Because once the envelope is open, a transcript is WORTHLESS. It's like the ink fades away in the light of the sun! I have paid for so many transcripts I got to include it as a tax expense! GAAAHHRRARRGHH."

So. I have responded to that email in the hopes that they can maybe, please God, use one of the previous letters of verification so that I don't have to request, wait for, and submit a brand new one from AK. Again. If that works, I still need to find a birth certificate and make copies of all my IDs to prove who I am to go along with all the drug tests and background checks I have to go through.

And that's about all my complaining for one day! Signing off...