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I am now living in my car….

August 20, 2008

The last 48 hours have been such a whirlwind, with 16 of those hours being in the car.  Ugh.  The good news-24 hours to go.  Tuesday I spent 9 hours in the car with the seat sores to prove it.   I gave a presentation and a luncheon at a pharmacy school, then headed on home.  Yes, I drove 4.5 hours each way for a 2 hour function.  I just hate spending nights in hotel rooms, if I can avoid it at all.  I will get enought of that in the fall, but I made it and it went well.  Thant’s all I can ask for!

Today we woke up at 2:30 am to drive to KC to get our fingerprints for our 171H.  We were not planning on doing this but it looks like my husband wanted it out of the way more than I did.  We arrived in KC at 6am-they didn’t open unil 8-so what did we do?  Slept in the car.  Trashy right?  I know.  Let me tell you, this whole fingerprinting ordeal is something that I will look back and laugh at one day.  So we wake from our groggy sleep-in the homeland security parking lot-and saunter back into the sweat pit which has now turned into a meat locker.  We make our way to the fingerprinting area, where we are given our numbers.  We actually didn’t have to wait too long-maybe they give preference to people who sleep in their cars in the parking lot?  About 10 minutes later this nice woman (second competent government worker I have spoken with) called my name and escorted me to the fingerprinting room, where oddly enough, her supervisors desk was sitting right in the middle.  Oh well…eye on the prize.  She starts the fingerprinting process and after about 2 fingers I notice that she is taking multiple prints with each finger at different angles.  Then she asks me, “Do you work with your hands?”  I answer “no”, thinking she was referring to a carpenter, brick layer, or something like that.  She then gets the bewildered look on her face…”Do you type alot?”  Um, yes.  Evidently my fingers have deep creases in them, a.k.a. old lady fingers, which is an unfortunate byproduct of excessive typing.  Kind of like achohol and cirrhois, only not deadly.  It just makes the means to identify my body extinct due to a computer addiction.  Great.  What does it mean in the great saga of fingerprinting?  It means that she had to take at least 3 different angles of each finger.  She was concerned that I will have to drive up to KC, for a third time I might add, to use ink because of the readability due to the creases in my fingers.  Lovely.  She *thinks* she got good enough prints, but I will find out in about a week.  Luckily, I will be fresh off vacation.  It will be all good…..but no promises!

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 20, 2008 10:44 pm

    Two thoughts:
    1. Sleeping in your car will make a FABULOUS story to tell your child one day. Truly, what a memory!
    2. I had fingerprint problems. Because I do a combination of sewing and typing all day long, I have hardly any prints left. The guy taking my prints mentioned it and I assured him I was not filing my fingers down for any reason…

  2. millerrath permalink
    August 21, 2008 1:03 pm

    Do they use the live-read fingerprint machines in KC? When we got our final set taken for our I-800 they used the live-reader and it gave a score indicating how good the print was. If any prints didn’t get a high enough score they just had a do-over with that finger and when it was all done, they sent the prints digitally (har har) to the National Benefits Center.
    I have to get mine taken regularly for work clearances and they use the same system. It’s MUCH nicer than ink.

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