I'm in the process of trying to change some stuff back to my maiden name. I went on a bit of a name-changing rampage when PK was 6 months old, wanting to have the same last name as her. I think I changed maybe 1/3 or even 1/2 of things that were in my maiden name. Then I had a bit of an identity crisis. I blogged about it once, but I'm too lazy to find the entry, so trust me on this one. But that's not my motivation for this. The underlying story is a long, convoluted one that involves bureaucratic red tape at work in far-off places. (You're totally curious now, right?) Perhaps once I change these things back, I'll feel less of an identity crisis. Maybe. Either that or I'll feel guilty for having a different last name from PK. I can't win.
Just to get one thing straight: I am still married and plan on staying that way. Glad we got that out of the way.
Anyway, one of the things that I needed to change back (besides driver's license and passport) is my bank account. It's currently in my married name. After weeks of contemplation, I finally dragged my ass to my bank branch. Only to find out that I needed to have a piece of ID with my old name. Both my driver's license and my passport have my married name. C.R.A.P. My citizenship card has my maiden name, but I don't go carrying that around. Ever. (Does that even count as ID?) Why do that? I have a passport. Of course, I don't go carrying that around everywhere either. Anyway, I guess that means that I have to drag myself to the Ministry of Transportation office close to me to get this done sooner rather than later. Ugh...the lines of bureaucracy. Bleh. Fortunately the one near work is not a hugely busy one. Surprise, right? Still, it means that now I have to find the motivation to get off my ass to do this. Arrrgh!
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