7 am: Dragging my feet out of bed after a mere 5 hours of sleep, "Eye of the Tiger" stuck in my head, sheesh, what a way to start the day.
"Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive..."
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive..."
Rush hour almost killed me. I finally found that very particular photo shop in town *haiz*. I parked somewhere and walk up and down the street, trying to find this damn shop, when I'm about to give up and walk back to my car to call the place and ask where it is. DANG. THERE IT WAS. Sitting by itself, right outside my car ... or rather I parked right outside the shop. ARGH. Hair all messy again from the wind. I stomped into the shop and got my pictures taken. 5 pictures later, the guy was starting to get annoyed at me and so I decided it was time for a decision. I chose the least weird among them all that I could live with the next 10 years, paid a BOMB and made my way to the embassy.
Aiyoo 10 hours later, after I finalllyyyy find the building in question (at this point I'm already 1 hr late), I couldn't find parking. SERIOUSLY. If I worked downtown, I would either shoot myself, move downtown, use public transport or cycle, but NOT go there by car, I don't get why anyone would do such a thing. There is no parking anyway, except in this tiny little car park that charges $5 per hour!!!
At the building in question, after getting yelled at 50 times for being super late and not bringing photo copies of this and that and forgetting to do this and that and making her (the lady behind the counter) do allllll this work (when, as far as I know this is her job), I finally had it all done and left.
I am not joking, I changed my mind half way through about this document that I wanted to apply for, but had already sent her to "prepare" my application and so when she came back, I explained to her why I'm changing my mind and she went "ahhhh now I typed all of this in for NOTHINGGGGG". UHUH! You work from 9-12, monday's-friday's. How much work do you possibly have???
P.S.: No, but seriously that "lady" was rude, which I sweetly prepared myself for yesterday already, but still. Another example, I gave her my birth certificate and she photo copied it and handed it back and so in order for me to not lose things in the process I wanted to fiddle it back into my binder (klarsichthuelle), which for some reason just wasn't happening, so while I'm fiddling she rips my birth certificate out of my hand and goes "argh! your taking too long (shoves it somewhere into my binder)! Just fill out this form, you can just do all this fiddling later!!!"
OKAYYYY.
P.P.S.: It looks like I have been given another shot at life. I am gonna get my actual actual document much later, sooooooo I get to take pictures again and sooooo next time I can sleep lots before getting the pic taken pluuussss make sure I'm pimple less. YAY!
Aiyoo 10 hours later, after I finalllyyyy find the building in question (at this point I'm already 1 hr late), I couldn't find parking. SERIOUSLY. If I worked downtown, I would either shoot myself, move downtown, use public transport or cycle, but NOT go there by car, I don't get why anyone would do such a thing. There is no parking anyway, except in this tiny little car park that charges $5 per hour!!!
At the building in question, after getting yelled at 50 times for being super late and not bringing photo copies of this and that and forgetting to do this and that and making her (the lady behind the counter) do allllll this work (when, as far as I know this is her job), I finally had it all done and left.
I am not joking, I changed my mind half way through about this document that I wanted to apply for, but had already sent her to "prepare" my application and so when she came back, I explained to her why I'm changing my mind and she went "ahhhh now I typed all of this in for NOTHINGGGGG". UHUH! You work from 9-12, monday's-friday's. How much work do you possibly have???
P.S.: No, but seriously that "lady" was rude, which I sweetly prepared myself for yesterday already, but still. Another example, I gave her my birth certificate and she photo copied it and handed it back and so in order for me to not lose things in the process I wanted to fiddle it back into my binder (klarsichthuelle), which for some reason just wasn't happening, so while I'm fiddling she rips my birth certificate out of my hand and goes "argh! your taking too long (shoves it somewhere into my binder)! Just fill out this form, you can just do all this fiddling later!!!"
OKAYYYY.
P.P.S.: It looks like I have been given another shot at life. I am gonna get my actual actual document much later, sooooooo I get to take pictures again and sooooo next time I can sleep lots before getting the pic taken pluuussss make sure I'm pimple less. YAY!
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