It's All Good

I went to get my Oregon Drivers license today.
It is necessary for me to get a motorcycle endorsement too, in order to avoid the fine on a ticket I received. The damn ticket caused a chain reaction of circumstances culminating in the necessity of legalizing the bike, my drivers license, the insurance, blah, blah, blah,blah,blah. And since the county of Shasta does not want to wait indefinitely for "their" money, and because I live too close to the California border to kiss them off, legalization must occur by 14 March or the rules of engagement change. The Deadline.
Try telling that to the DMV clerk in Oregon and see if she gets uptight. She'll take pleasure in your crisis and exacerbate the problem by creating delays.
I can always tell the type. They see me: Handsome, secure, eloquent, intelligent... and they hate what they can't have! She'll probably took my picture home to stab it at night, but I need that damn license! But noooooooo. She's a Hater, .....I can tell. She wants to play residence games. I show her a piece of mail with my PO Box and name on it but NOOOOOO.......She wants mail with my physical address. I show her my passport and my California drivers license but NOOOOOO. Then she hands me a sheet of acceptable proof of residency. I explain that I don't receive mail at my residence. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me the look like 'get your shit together.'
Hater.
The list she gives me says "Oregon vehicle title" on one line. I return home, get my title for the Jeep. The address is;

Mr So and So
1234 Oregon Street
PO Box 1234, Southern Oregon, OR

I return. So far two hours have been spent on the two trips to town and twice waiting in the queue. When 'the Hater' calls my number I show her my vehicle registration, passport and CDL. She says, "Nooooooo... the address cannot show a mailing address and physical address... only a physical address."
When I explain I don't get mail at my physical address, and I don't live in my PO box, and we're establishing residence for a drivers license, not applying for a security clearance, she then brings up a screen on the computer to shows me the regulation.Then I show her the sheet of accepted ID, explain a vehicle registration is a vehicle registration, and I don't have her fucking computer, but just the information sheet she gave me an hour earlier and it doesn't say shit about 'no multiple addresses' and why the fuck give it to me if it 's not accurate and complete. Our relationship went downhill quickly from this point.
Hater.
This is the kind of govern-mental double talk that sets my rehabilitation back years. Tell me one thing then tell me, "Nooooooo, you fucked up", when really they mis-communicated.
I got home and called the DMV office. They corroborate what the Hater had said. BUT they also say the Office Manager can make a judgment call. In other words 'The Hater' could have issued the test etc. But Noooooooooooo, I was too handsome, secure, eloquent, intelligent and everything else that has eluded the miserable HATER'S life.
Got to go... got to get up early and go to the DMV to get legal tomorrow. Wish me luck. It ain't easy being me.
Like a Hater magnet; bringing out the best in people.