So I submitted my divorce paperwork in November, right? A clerk in the matrimonial office looked over all of it, and approved it, and I paid the court fees. But now I find out that the papers are “defective” and I have to go back up and correct them. Incompetent pencil-pushing pigeon-licker. God knows what he was actually thinking about when he flipped through the papers; maybe he was contemplating the gurgling sound of my time and money being flushed down his toilet.
The icing on the cake is that the office won’t even tell me what needs fixing over the phone. So I have no idea how long it’ll take to correct until I get up there, which of course is perfect for scheduling the time off from work to travel.
If they miss anything this time around, I swear I’ll find some way to waste a month of their time.