on the radar again
After an hour and a half of traffic and an hour and a half of waiting in line in Makati LTO with someone who had better (read: billable) things to do, I am now the proud owner of a newly renewed (gah) albeit still misspelled driver’s license. I am now no longer a strange, un-ID’d freak of nature.
Should anyone find it strange that I am taking this time to celebrate said occurrence, think it strange not. Why?
1. I usually waste time writing about things that don’t require deep philosophical thinking, as I don’t really do a lot of aforesaid deep philosophical thinking.
2. As someone who very rarely achieves goals set for a given week, let alone a given lifetime, to accomplish something is worthy of celebration, maybe even a few beers.
Having spent two years with just one identification card (UP ID), and thus for two years unable to open an account anywhere (lack of money to maintain account not the topic therefore will not be discussed), encash anything (not that there have been many opportunities), or transactions of the like, I am more than a bit happy that I am now a documented person.
Most people would probably find it strange that a person, a law student and a kinda working person at that, would be wandering around the country (read: Ortigas, Makati, Diliman, once, for three days, Laoag) blithely running the risk of remaining unidentified should there be a catastrophic incident. I must admit that I found it strange too.
But until recently I have never needed extra ID. I don’t travel (road trips don’t count), so no passport since 2000. I have never in my life had to pay taxes, as I had never had gainful employment til this year, so no TIN. I’ve never registered to vote, as I keep on forgetting to register, so no Voter’s ID. The last time I truly drove, a pillar of eastwood parking received a minor gash, so renewing a license I would never be asked to produce seemed way down on my priorities list.
I was finally persuaded to procure some means of identification when my current place of employment had to petty cash my salary as I was unable to come up with the necessary IDs to open a payroll account. So on the first weekday I had free (thank you Pasig for having a Pasig day), I schlepped over to my friendly not really in the neighborhood LTO and tried to avenge the hideous license picture experience of the last time. And now I can go to the accountant and tell her that they can now payroll ATM me even as I harbor serious doubts about the need for an ATM as I am woefully unable to hold on to anything but a hangover.
Being petty cashed is not the best way to feel like a normal functioning and self-actualized human being, apparently.
Should anyone find it strange that I am taking this time to celebrate said occurrence, think it strange not. Why?
1. I usually waste time writing about things that don’t require deep philosophical thinking, as I don’t really do a lot of aforesaid deep philosophical thinking.
2. As someone who very rarely achieves goals set for a given week, let alone a given lifetime, to accomplish something is worthy of celebration, maybe even a few beers.
Having spent two years with just one identification card (UP ID), and thus for two years unable to open an account anywhere (lack of money to maintain account not the topic therefore will not be discussed), encash anything (not that there have been many opportunities), or transactions of the like, I am more than a bit happy that I am now a documented person.
Most people would probably find it strange that a person, a law student and a kinda working person at that, would be wandering around the country (read: Ortigas, Makati, Diliman, once, for three days, Laoag) blithely running the risk of remaining unidentified should there be a catastrophic incident. I must admit that I found it strange too.
But until recently I have never needed extra ID. I don’t travel (road trips don’t count), so no passport since 2000. I have never in my life had to pay taxes, as I had never had gainful employment til this year, so no TIN. I’ve never registered to vote, as I keep on forgetting to register, so no Voter’s ID. The last time I truly drove, a pillar of eastwood parking received a minor gash, so renewing a license I would never be asked to produce seemed way down on my priorities list.
I was finally persuaded to procure some means of identification when my current place of employment had to petty cash my salary as I was unable to come up with the necessary IDs to open a payroll account. So on the first weekday I had free (thank you Pasig for having a Pasig day), I schlepped over to my friendly not really in the neighborhood LTO and tried to avenge the hideous license picture experience of the last time. And now I can go to the accountant and tell her that they can now payroll ATM me even as I harbor serious doubts about the need for an ATM as I am woefully unable to hold on to anything but a hangover.
Being petty cashed is not the best way to feel like a normal functioning and self-actualized human being, apparently.
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