In The Navy: Go Ahead, Card Me!
You may have started following my ID Card saga from the beginning, so I wanted to make sure to let you know how it all went down in the end.
To recap, I couldn’t get my Navy ID card the day Andy got his because I only brought a copy of our marriage license, not the original. It was dumb, I regret it, but the woman we dealt with could have been WAY LESS nasty about it and I wouldn’t have broken down in her office.
But, I digress…
It turns out we actually had our original marriage license. It was in our old plastic file box, not our new file cabinet. I could have sworn that Andy told me he moved everything over to the new file, but I wasn’t about to blame this mess on him. This was just a rookie mistake.
The government likes official paperwork. The end.
Once I had the real certificate in hand (which, for the record, looks almost identical to the photocopy since it’s black and white and doesn’t have any type of colored seals or anything fancy on it) I worked with Andy to find a time for us to all go back out to the ID Card Office.
Again it was a hundred degrees out, Grace’s nap was totally screwed, and we had to deal with Cruella DeVille, BUT we did have a chance to have lunch as a family at Partridge Creek and get our laptop memory beefed up at the Apple Store so it wasn’t all bad :)
Plus, Grace was united with the awesome toys she fell in love with the first time around. In her mind the ID Card Office is practically Disney World.
Cruella (aka the ID Card lady) was just as rude this time but couldn’t really stop me from getting my card since I had all the right stuff. She did let me sit in front of the camera wondering when the picture was being taken for what seemed like forever.
I got the distinct impression that the ID cards were a pretty formal thing, so I didn’t think I’d be allowed to smile for my picture. I sat there stoically waiting for her to give me my cue and then she asked whether I wanted to smile.
Being the over communicator that I am, I said, “Well, I’d like to but I wasn’t sure if it’s ok.”
When does she take the picture?
Therefore, I look like a chipmunk on my official Navy ID card.
Yeah. It’s a real beauty ain’t it.
Whatever. It serves its purpose and doesn’t have to be amazing.
You know, like my driver’s license which literally looks like I’m a floating head and neck.
You’ve seen those giant paper mache heads at the parade, right?
Ok, so now that you have that visual, check this out…
What are the freaking odds that I’d wear a shirt the exact color of the background? Seriously?!
I’m thinking I have a special knack for taking ridiculous ID pictures.
But, chipmunk or parade head aside, the ordeal is over and I’ve got my card!
Once I had my card in hand, I knew I was in the DEERS system and I could move forward with Tricare enrollment. But that’s another story for another day :)
Do you have any crazy ID pictures floating around in your wallet? Any particularly nasty encounters at the DMV or elsewhere?