Lost Social Security Card – Beyond Catastrophic
Of course it is. And oh, by the way, it’s my fault. Yes, daughter number 2 salted away her SS card in a drawer and, 2 trips to college later, it has disappeared.
Now she has a summer job (whew, thank God for that! Hell hath no fury like a teenage girl with too much time on their hands!) and needs the card to complete her employment papers. The truth is no big deal – simply go down to the SS office with your drivers license, stand in line with the rest of the peons, and get a duplicate.
Well, I had forgotten my daughter is a princess and SHE DOES NOT STAND IN LINES. This princess complex is apparently a straight pass through – her mother has the same affliction. (And afflicts it on the rest of humanity, much like her daughter!)
In any case it’s my fault for not “coaching her well enough” to be more careful with the card. It’s also my fault that I don’t rush down to the local SS office and offer to stand in line for her. (yeah, right, how did I restrain myself?)
She will get over this “catastrophe” in about 4 months, and then forgiveness of her father will be at hand. How nice for me!