"Damnit!"
Wow, that was the very first word my dry lips let out on Monday, the beginning of the so-called fantastic prosperous week. Yeah, bad start for anyone who always does a dirty dance after gets on his ass from the bed and chants, "I feel so good today...." as a mantra. Rick Warren once advised me to have a purpose-driven life, and that was his best kept secret mantra. Yay!!
I promised myself I would be there at eight, no matter what.
But I've had to iron the clothes, fix Kiko food, and do a little push up at the toilet. These things kept me another 40 minutes, not to mention my supposedly quick shower that took me a bit longer, because I sang with eyes closed and the shampoo was slipped from my hand.
Got off of the bus and got the Form and handed it and get my data checked and approved almost at twelve. And they close the goddamn process at twelve midday. Ain't that freaking shiteous? What kind of Immigration office stops taking new applications after twelve pm and asks you to go home and show your sorry face the next day?
So, I showed up at 9 am yesterday, taking the original documents with me, just in case they want to complicate things for me. I handed my approved data and form and through the small circle hole in the glass, this indifferent cocky man said, "Come tomorrow for payment." I didn't thank him, but dragged myself fast out of the office, "This is the perfect place to get a Jihad bombing, these horribly corrupt-minded well-paid civil servants. You can witness in the easiest way to spot the 'insiders' who offers "express passport" for special rates. They're leaving their posts just to handle a bunch of their clients' applications.
As soon as I entered the office, i walked right to the 'talking glass' that separates their breaths from my face and stood there for quite a long time only to stare this woman talked on her mobile, two other women between her were silent, tried to listen carefully. They chuckled like sheepish high school girl, threw a quick glance at me at a time. Some other staffs were having their breakfast at working hours, pass nine am, in front of many awaiting applicants. A man teased the high school apprentice, what an awful scene. All of them should be relocated to Guantanamo, I think.
I waited for a while, seen some came, paid, gone.
"I'm waiting for my name to be called. I want to pay, like others," I said through the hole to one of the women. Wait, she said.
"I've been waiting, just in case you cannot see me standing here, blocking your eyes for a while now."
"They've handed their appl. earlier than you, sir," she always finds a lame excuse, "Sure, I bet they did.I'll wait." Instead of sit down, I remained standing looking at each of them, a bunch of greedy zombies.
"He's still working on yours, sir," she said referring to the guy who was having a blast with the apprentice. He was enjoying his morning fired noodles, taking it slowly, I hope he'll get diarrhea today.
"Hello. scuse me! I'm waiting, remember?" I gave my unpleasant look at the woman. Wait, she said again and then talked to the jerk.
Paid the fee, received the receipt with a note says, "Photo February 5th."
Can you believe that?!!
One day to get data checked
One day to submit them
One day to pay
One day to get photo shoot
And only god knows how long they'd make me wait to get my passport.
And they close at 12pm but remained at the office till 5 pm.
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