My city has put up two new, totally unhelpful red lights that I have to stop for on a regular basis. A mistake on my tax return (the mistake was mine, or the tax software’s, depending on when you ask me) has cost me a lot of money and is a total hassle to correct. The mailman has not brought any of my April magazines yet. And then there’s all the national news…
Needless to say, I’m feeling a little put out with the government right now. So maybe I’m just being touchy, but the census is driving me crazy. First was the letter I received in the mail, informing me that I could look forward to receiving my census form in about a week. Although the infectious, friendly tone of the letter left me feeling strangely enthusiastic about the census, I couldn’t help but wonder, did they send this letter to every household in America? It was first class mail, and it seemed a little bit like an obvious attempt to give the poor Post Office some business.
Sure enough, a week later I received my census form. This letter was much less friendly; bold print on the outside of the envelope reminded me that I was COMPELLED BY LAW to return the completed form IMMEDIATELY. Being a compliant citizen, I did.
Another week later, I received a postcard. Had I mailed in my form? Time was running out! Remember, IT’S THE LAW. Meanwhile, at least three public buildings had on their scrolling marquees: “Fill out your census form today!”
On April 1, I heard on the radio that new forms were going to be mailed out to every household that had not returned a census form. Anyone who still did not respond would get a personal visit from a census worker this summer.
Enough! Mark me down as one (count it…ONE) exasperated white female.