- Wake up, leaving enough time for eyes to de-puff from sleep.
- Drink coffee.
- Shower.
- Put make up on. Perhaps a little more than necessary for a work day, but hey, you’re getting your picture taken! Wanna be purty.
- Make sure eyes look extra sparkly.
- Blow dry hair (BIG DEAL, am always too lazy for this).
- Double check where you’re going on Google.
- Make sure you have application and birth certificate.
- Spill coffee on pants.
- Shit.
- Change entire outfit, but make sure that your make up still matches (used special green eyeliner).
- Grab keys, purse, and tennis clothes for after work.
- Lock apartment and go down to car.
- Go back up to apartment and get birth certificate.
- Drive confidently to Post Office location.
- Get lost.
- Call assistant frantically asking for directions to a place you don’t have the address of.
- Feel like moron.
- Check face in car mirror. Make up not as dewy as originally was cause is mother f’ing hot outside.
- Reapply lip gloss, good enough.
- Get to post office.
- Wait in line.
- Hand over forms and birth certificate.
- Get instructions on how to drive across the city to get the PROPER birth certificate, because apparently you’re inferior in birth and do not have proper documentation.
- Ask woman behind desk where this place is. She’s already on phone.
- Double shit.
- Call assistant again, proudly explain that you actually HAVE an address for her to look up this time.
- Get stuck behind gravel truck and next grandpa driver leaving you no chance of passing him.
- Miss exit.
- Turn around, realize desired off ramp is closed when going North.
- FUCK
- Get to the goddamn building to request the fucking right birth certificate.
- Pay 17 bucks.
- Almost get run-over in parking lot by jackass too busy smoking and talking on cell phone to notice you walking.
- Throw your almost empty coffee cup from Starbucks at car.
- Miss pathetically.
- Take your Proper Goddamn Certificate back to the fucking post office to get your fucking passport.
- Don’t bother checking to see if you have something stuck in your teeth cause OH MY GOD ENOUGH ALREADY
- Fork over another 117 fucking dollars cause, hey, it’s just money and it’s not like I’m trying to make ends meet.
- Go to work.
- Realize that you just paid 134 bucks for a passport for a trip that you’d rather eat glass than go on.
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Nice post! (but now I’m all curious about those other 4567821 steps?)