My Fingerprinting Saga

So in order to work with children the state requires everyone be fingerprinted. Which, in my case, is easier said than done.


Not my fingerprint

I first went to get fingerprinted on October 18, 2007. Remember my post “Do All Old Sears Buildings Look Alike?” That was my first attempt at fingerprinting. My second attempt was on October 19th. The lady smashed my fingers into the ink pad and smashed them onto the paper, and what did I know? She sent them in and the big black blobs got rejected.

So I went back to the Sears building and someone else did them. And I waited a month. And I called the man who did them. And he said he didn’t remember me and they must have gotten lost. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

So I went to the local police station near where I work. And got a third set of black blobs done, sent in, and three weeks later, rejected. By this time I’ve had it. I’m done. Forget it.

But I was out with my friend Josie and she was driving and after we had done what we were out for she told me she was taking me back to the police station. I went kicking and screaming. I told her NO! But we went anyway. And I told the man, this is my fourth attempt and I don’t think I have any fingerprints since they always turn out as black blobs. He looked at my hands closely and said “do you use your hands a lot?” Uh, yeah, all of the time ever since I was very young. He said I have worm my fingerprint pads down to almost nothing. OMG. I’m not that old! What are they going to be like when I’m 90? But he being a policeman knew exactly what to do (I hope). He used a special ink pad and took my prints very gently and they actually may go through this time. If not, I AM so done trying.