Ladies, listen up! Here is everything you need to know about changing your name after you get married. It is quite a long process so get your paper and pencil ready :)
First, in order to change your name with any organization (DMV, military ID, bank, etc) you MUST have a signed and certified copy of your marriage license. The license is signed by the person performing the service the day of the wedding. You then have to send the signed license back to the city in which you got it and they will then sign it and notarize it as an official marriage license. Now that you have the official paperwork, things can get started.
The first thing I did was to go on base and get my military ID. This is a simple process (assuming you have the necessary paperwork and your spouse with you). Then, to the bank. Again, very easy as long as you have the paperwork. Now comes the hard part. Getting a new social security card.
As a young, healthy, and I dare say somewhat normal woman I have never had a reason to go to the social security office, so this trip was my first and hopefully my last! Just imagine, the DMV during lunch hour the day of a big deadline for vehicle registrations and trip that. Welcome to the social security office.
Greg and I had been married two weeks before I decided it was time to make this trip. I researched online and found the nearest social security office was 25 minutes away in Dothan, Alabama. Silly me assumed it would be no big deal. Fill out the necessary paperwork (which is provided online so you can complete the paperwork in advance) and show up, sign my name, and leave. WRONG!
I walk into the office and directly in front of me is a computer for me to enter the reason for my visit and it prints me a ticket with a number. I walk around the corner with my ticket in hand to find a completely packed waiting room. Multiple families were waiting and lucky for me every family brought along all 8, poorly behaved children.
I find a single empty seat crammed in between two families. I wait for about 30 minutes before I decide, hey, now would be a good time to call and catch up with my mom. After a lovely 15 minute conversation with my mother the lovely social security rent-a-cop officer walked around the corner and stared me right in the eyes and hissed, "Exxxxcuse me miss, but in case you cannot read, there is NO cell phone use in the waiting area. Turn the phone off NOW!"
Well, if I didn't already stand out enough, I sure as hell did now. Embarrassed and annoyed I hang up and begin to listen to the conversation taking place at the one (that's right, ONE) window that is open to assist the entire waiting room. In case you are wondering, if you are a 70 year old father and want to go to the social security office to try to get social security for your son who is in prison and has been in prison for 20 years but it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault for any of the 3 crimes he was found guilty of. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time...blah blah blah. Please do not waste your time or mine. No matter how many supervisors you speak with, your son is not eligible for social security. Sorry, next number please!
So, to recap: the lesson learned here is whenever you find you have to go to your local social security office, look up the phone number in advance and make an appointment. I am SO happy that I found out that was an option AFTER I sat in the waiting area for 2 hours and got kicked and sneezed on by lovely 2 year olds.
xoxo