First things first: I’m not being bribed to say this.
California’s Department of Motor Vehicles is regularly blasted as a hell on earth where damned souls go to tread endlessly on the wheel of an inept bureaucracy.
Maybe Eureka’s DMV office is different. Maybe I’m lucky. Or maybe I just don’t get it.
I’ve been to the Eureka DMV three times in the last seven years.
Each and every time, I was greeted not by demonic extras from “Beetlejuice,” but by polite — dare I say charming — human beings who helped speed me through my time in their machine.
Maybe it was because I made an appointment in advance each time. One of the compensations for working in this newsroom six to seven days a week is the freedom to duck out of the office for the occasional errand. I might indeed be one of the lucky ones.
(If that’s the case, maybe employers ought to be required to give their workers the time they need to make an appointment. Not allowing workers to take care of the necessities of living may save employers a few pennies, but they’re shooting themselves in the foot. And bleeding all over the floor. And wondering why the blood isn’t cleaned up. Maybe it’s because the guy with the mop is stuck in the non-appointment line.)
Or maybe it’s Eureka that’s lucky. DMV offices in other, bigger cities make some folks wait months for an appointment.
But still: I haven’t seen any of the workers at Eureka’s DMV gleefully cackling as they plot to waste the time of all the people stuck in line without an appointment. Granted, nobody in line looked especially happy to be there. We line up not to line up, but to get to the end of the line.
I might be overthinking this. I like Eureka’s DMV. The folks there, despite everything I’ve been told about government in the last 40-odd years, seem to be doing a good job.
I await my burning at the stake.