pissy mood.... thanks Mt Juliet, TN

I'm not doing well right now. I have the headache and "floaters" in my vision. It's fun. I like the driving-while-I'm-having-these-issues part of the day, especially. It's like not looking ahead and trying to drive straight.

This all came on after a visit to my most recent destination, the ugly and backwards Mt Juliet, where I was given a hard time by two (yes two!) government departments. I've never much cared for Mt Juliet Codes, they've been obstinate and doltish and a little bit corruptible in my two years of dealing with them, and today was not different. I walked in and wanted to register a sign, but of course they were no Codes administrators in the office, and thus was forced to leave a check and form behind, and if history tells me anything, I'll be lucky to receive something in the mail in the way of a receipt or form with Reg. # (both of which I would need to give to the client and for our records for when they come to our client saying that the sign is illegal - which they do from time to time). So now I get to start the email and calling campaign to get those items mailed to us, which is always a blast. The kind of blast a porn starlet takes. Not cool, dude. Not Cool.

Then I go down the street (I do like the name of the street, though - Hill St. - because it reminds me of the old Steven Bochco series Hill Street Blues, but the slack-jawed locals in the Codes dept. consistently rebuff my clever witticisms to the point I no longer try. "Hey...let's be careful out there!") to the building where I was to pick up a bid package where I ran into a new version of Mt Juliet poppycock. The guy sitting at the front desk told me, without asking what bid project I was there to obtain, shoots me down immediately saying "The lady who can do that just went to lunch, and she's the only that can give you the project."
Really? No one else can help me out? "Sorry, she's the only one, and she just left. Maybe she won't be a whole hour. You can go grab some food and come back in a little while."
Another guy walks in at this time, just as one of the Codes people happens to be eating her lunch in this office - don't get me started on that - and she "vouches" for me, saying that the bid project I'm there for is not something that has to be reviewed by the "Lunch Lady". OK, great. Now I can get this from the guy, except he says he wants to help the "Just walked in guy" real quick and then me. I'm a bit of a wuss, so I let him do it, thinking I'd have to sign off on something or show an ID or prove in some way I'm with a company that should be allowed to have this important document. So they finish their deal (about 3 mins or so) and then I step up. "Substitute Guy walks about 10 feet to a file, picks up a packet, brings it to me and swaps with me for a check. He says "Thanks, have a nice day." I look at him a little confused because I'm thinking that it should have been a bit more of a process to pick this thing up since you let some Johnny Come Lately jump right in front of me... Dick (I'm assuming his name is Richard). Mt Juliet government officials are a FAIL. Boo on them. I have yet to check, but I assume the City motto goes something like this:

"Mt Juliet, we rape people"