Fun With Bureaucracy: The Brooklyn Social Security Office

So it goes like this. I lost my social security card, and I let my passport and my state ID expire. I need my state ID to open a new bank account, and to get that I need a social security card, and to get that, I needed a passport. I was pretty sure for a while that I was royally fucked, and had asked my mother to dig my 20-page birth certificate (I was born on an American military base in Japan) out of the safety-deposit box, and I wasn’t sure that even that would be enough, because of course it doesn’t have my picture on it. Read the rest of this entry »