How’s the Registry of Motor Vehicles where you live? Does just the name strike terror in your heart? Dread? Maybe a sense of doom?
Years ago, the Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles was consistently ranked as the most time consuming, inefficient, and despised bureaucracy in Massachusetts hiring the most disgruntled employees the state could dig up. Rumor has it that to qualify to work there, you had to demonstrate a total lack of customer skills, move slower than a dead snail, and be able to shoot laser glares through anyone who asked you a question. It used to be that when we heard someone at work was going to the registry at lunch hour, we’d throw a going away party for them. Chances are they’d never be back before retirement age.
Then with budget cuts and computers, a lot of offices got closed and new management moved in to bring us a “better, kinder, more gentle RMV”. I have to admit you will sometimes get a smile from some employees, the process is streamlined, they’ve added benches so you can actually sit until they call your number, and a lot of transactions can be handled by mail or on-line. However, there’s still some things that you just gotta show up in person for. Obviously your driver’s test, new picture for your license, and picking up plates for your car.
The big problem is the locations of the remaining offices. Not in the best of areas, like our closest – Worcester. I don’t want to dump all over Worcester – it’s dumpy enough although there are some neighborhoods that are beautiful. Downtown Worcester where the RMV is located just doesn’t happen to be one of them. I was talking to my friend about having to go to the registry and asked if she’d been to it recently. She said “No, but I used to work across the street”. Really? Were you armed? “No but we used to keep a gun under the counter of the front desk”. So that’s the neighborhood.
Since Niki bought a new/used car and we’re keeping her old one, she needed plates. Before my brain kicked in I heard my mouth saying “I’ll go to the registry for you so you don’t have to take a day off from work”. Did my mouth just say that? So yeah, I volunteered for this and I did it after having the screw part of my dental implant planted. I should have had them shoot a little extra Novocaine into my brain.
Just had a feeling it was going to be an experience when I walked in. I guess they’re going green because the place looks like a 1950’s bus terminal and has one 60 watt bulb bedazzling us. Well, I was sort of bedazzled and blinded by these major headlights… no, not a 1957 Chevy but a really large busted woman wearing a tank top. Problem was the top of the tank was below water level. Huh… do you think she knows that her ample bosom is on display? Isn’t she feeling a draft? Should someone tell her? Nah…do not speak to anyone other than staff. Then I had to dodge around this very angry guy who was finger stabbing another guy in the chest yelling “I don’t know why I gotta go through dis crap again! Says right here on deese papers – False Arrest!!!!”
At least I had the foresight to marinate some chicken breasts that morning for Chicken Fajitas so all I had to do was grill the chicken. I’ve used this marinade for a variety of dishes including swordfish.
Chicken Fajita Marinade
1/2 Cup olive oil
1/4 Cup red wine vinegar
1/3 Cup lime juice (lemon juice works fine too)
1/4 Cup finely chopped onion
2-3 Cloves garlic, minced
1 Teaspoon sugar
1 Teaspoon oregano
Salt & Pepper to taste
Mix all of the ingredients in a plastic zip lock bag & shake, then add chicken breasts and refrigerate for at least a few hours. Grill chicken, then cut into chunks to serve on warm flour tortillas with any variety of toppings. I love sour cream, avacado, peppers, tomato, lettuce.