I just fucking knew it

The Fed Ex that's been sitting in my rental office for almost a week was not my passport. It was a letter from the passport agency saying that my birth certificate and photo ID were not enough for them, and that I have to submit my high school yearbook as further proof.

Someone downtown is getting off on this, I swear.

So now I get to spend my day down in DC, sobbing onto some State Department flunkie's paperwork.

If I'd gotten the letter last week, I might have had a chance to still get my passport before I leave. But now? I dunno. London's not looking hopeful.

Fucking bastards. I hate the government, I really do.

I just fucking knew it

The Fed Ex that's been sitting in my rental office for almost a week was not my passport. It was a letter from the passport agency saying that my birth certificate and photo ID were not enough for them, and that I have to submit my high school yearbook as further proof.

Someone downtown is getting off on this, I swear.

So now I get to spend my day down in DC, sobbing onto some State Department flunkie's paperwork.

If I'd gotten the letter last week, I might have had a chance to still get my passport before I leave. But now? I dunno. London's not looking hopeful.

Fucking bastards. I hate the government, I really do.