Name Change Experience

So0o0o0o00o00, Big news from this week?!?!! I’M OFFICIALLY A BAKER!!
That’s right! After four months of marriage, I officially changed my name to Tiffany Renee Baker! This is how it all went down….

I walked from my job to the social security office. It’s right across the street, so it wasn’t bad. I didn’t take into account the cold weather, nor the fact that I would look like an out of breath homeless person in business casual attire.

When I finally got to the Social Security office, it was packed. I took a seat in a well-lit area with empty seats on both sides of me. That way no one would sit by me. As soon as I sat down, a crazy guy in a bright red head to toe sweatsuit, stormed out the front down shouting profanities even my husband doesn’t know. I was appalled. I was also sure that he was going to come right back with a shotgun in hand, ready to blow someone away. This is when I realized the seat choice I was so proud of was right in front of the door. Nice. I would be the first one to go down. To get shot up on the block on my lunch break. While innocently changing my name.

I was amazed how many kids were at the social security office. Sheesh. There are a lot of freakin kids runnin around in this world, did you know that? I mean, look around! Go to Wal-Mart! I think I might have kid claustrophobia! I kind of freak out when there are more than twenty of them around. And there were more than twenty at the social security office. Although I’m not sure why I’m surprised by this, considering my Mom took Kayla and I to become legit citizens when I was two years old. (We found out because our social security cards were two numbers apart. ---Weird since I’m two years older than her, huh?) So that is the story of how I went from an alien to a legit US Citizen. Thanks, Pammer.

I also couldn’t believe the random people (I’ll call them Randalls) talking to the kids. THEY WEREN’T THEIRS!!! Okay, when Mark and I pop out little tator tots and have to take them to the social security office to get their tags, PLEASE DO NOT talk to my kids. Leave them alone! They will be sitting by us, very well mannered, playing some crazy video game on their handheld futuristic game players. Yeah, apparently I’m going to take my kids when they are ten. Just leave ‘em alone, okay?

Another observation is the (what I have termed) SS Experts. They know their stuff. There were people who had apparently been to the Social Security Office a few times and knew their way around. They were helping people left and right. I’m not sure that they cared that the people they were helping didn’t give two cares about their advice. I sure didn’t. haha*

There was a girl sitting behind me who had gotten married in the end of October. Yes, this is the point where you BOO me for not being at the Social Security Office earlier. [Pause for boos…] She was being chatted up by one of the regulars. I’m pretty sure the girl hated being in the situation as much as I hated hearing it. She was politely answering her questions and nodding her head appropriately. I was just thankful I wasn’t in her seat, in her situation. As an accountant, I avoid that situation at all costs.

Finally, I was called to change my name. While the forms were being filled out and information was being input into the system, I saw an interpreter sheet for foreigners. There were several different languages listed on the sheet. The one that I noticed was missing? Czech.

Overall, it was a successful, but stressful experience. Maybe, when the day comes, I’ll just have Mark bring the kids.