Progress

Account Services got my name changed yesterday. There's something intensely satisfying about seeing the correct name pop up everytime I send an email. I feel like I can breathe again.

Dear Knitty Contributors,

Those of us who aren't getting free yarn can't afford to buy 10 skeins of Noro. Please consider providing some affordable yarn options.

No love,

Me

Wait, what?

Could someone explain to me how it is that I'm the only person in my department with a zombie plan, but I didn't get to work on the Night of the Living Dead project? I'm very disappointed.

Hold Please.

I reserved this blog months ago, intending to replace the one I had when I finished law school and make a fresh start after my divorce. I had these grand plans about making a celebratory "I'm divorced!" post and having all kinds of fanfare and joyousness about it.

The sad truth is that it's three months since I've filed for divorce, six months since I threw Joel out, and I'm starting to feel like it's never going to end. Ramsey County is giving me the supreme run around, and I can't get an answer as to what the hell the hold up is. My only solace is that the judge my case is assigned to is up for re-election next year, so I can vindictively vote against him. I'm sure he doesn't give a damn about my one piddly vote, but damnit, it will make me feel better. And if no one runs against him I'll write myself in.

The wait is grinding on me. The divorce is uncontested, and there aren't any children involved. There's not much to do, which is why it's so ridiculous that it's taking so long. And while Ramsey County completely fails to get their shit together, I'm left on hold. I can't change my name, can't get the house titled in my name, can't transfer the title on my car, nothing. I'm just left sitting here playing the hurry up and wait game.

I'm ready for it to be over.