Monday, September 26, 2011

The DMV

It is entirely debatable if Disneyland is the best place on Earth, BUT the worst place on earth is most definitely the DMV. I recently had the pleasure of going to the DMV and rediscovered that the acronym actually stands for Degenerate. Minority. Vagrants. The DMV could easily be confused with the zoo, so if you are looking to save money, bring your kids to the DMV for free. I sat next to a lovely person who was getting their license renewed after getting a DUI. The person on the other side of me was 16 and rocking her newborn child back and forth and screaming at who I presumed to be the meth addict father on the other side. I feel sorry for these people, I really do, but the sheer concentration in the DMV is overwhelming. Everyone at the DMV is likely on their way to the welfare office after they stop at the DMV.

The people that work at the DMV take the term work very loosely. I would say their productivity rate is about that of 5lb dog. The only time they actually start calling numbers is when it is getting close to their lunch break or when they are ready to go home. They just sit there and get through about one number an hour. I think they should be paid more, although our state has no money because then perhaps they would feel compelled to be productive. If i worked there I would probably hide in the bathroom or broom closet all day too. People show up to the DMV asking for a drivers license who have no proof of identity or address. 

Next time I lose my ID, I think I'll take my chances

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The school of law

It has taken me several weeks to gather my bearings in law school and to begin to make observations regarding the bizarre things that occur. Generally, people in law school are relatively normal. They tend to enjoy normal people things like drinking alcohol and complaining about how hard life is. Some people on the other hand don't have a stick up their ass-they have a spiked pole up their ass. Take for example a girl whom sits behind me in my contracts class. The other day she answered affirmatively to a question about the case at issue and the professor told her, "there is a better and shorter answer to that question, NO." Instead of cowering down in her seat and lowering the chair to become invisible as most normal people should know to do, this chick decides to argue with the professor because it was unfathomable that she could answer incorrectly. What an idiot. In the same class discussion the professor said, "this is a purely rhetorical question,"and the kid from China's hand shot up like a bat out of hell. Now, if he doesn't know what rhetorical means, fine, (then why he is in law school) but presuming that he does WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU RAISE YOUR HAND??? Rhetorical questions are not meant to be answered. In the few instances the professor lets everyone in the class off the hook by asking such a question, you keep your mouth shut tighter than a nun's legs.

Another girl with glitter nails that looked like something your food comes from at taco bell entered class the other day and asked why everyone had a handout. I looked at her, probably disgustedly, and explained that we had a handout because sometimes professors give handouts when the want you to do something, and sometimes in law school there is work to do. I felt very confident at that point knowing that people like her are competing against me.

Generally speaking, law school is like middle school. Everyone has a locker and everyone is constantly comparing themselves to everyone else.