Monday, June 6, 2005
SSDD (Same Shit, Different Day): the sequel
So, off we went today to OVIR again.
We had to wait in line for a while, because they were rearranging their new furniture when we got there. Once that was done, we got in quick enough, but there was an enormous chaos because apparently there are separate queues for those who want to hand in documents and those who want to receive them (although all this is done in one office).
Anyway, the man that we spoke to was the same that we had on the phone the last time, so he told us to go back to the Home Affairs office.
Back in the waiting room I lost my temper and said something that maybe I shouldn't have and Olga was quite upset with me. She's right, of course. Yelling or swearing isn't going to get you anywhere.
Luckily, there was no queue whatsoever at the Home Affairs office and after some coaxing the lady took my application (apparently, they'd called her from OVIR). Good thing we suggested she take my passport as well, because she would have given it back to me and we would no doubt have had to go back at a later time and hand it in.
But, as they say, all is well that ends well and now all we have to do is wait for my visa. The bad thing is, however, that I cannot book a plane ticket without my passport and that by the time I get it back (in two weeks at the least) the cheaper tickets might be gone.
Oh well....
Reading: "The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
We had to wait in line for a while, because they were rearranging their new furniture when we got there. Once that was done, we got in quick enough, but there was an enormous chaos because apparently there are separate queues for those who want to hand in documents and those who want to receive them (although all this is done in one office).
Anyway, the man that we spoke to was the same that we had on the phone the last time, so he told us to go back to the Home Affairs office.
Back in the waiting room I lost my temper and said something that maybe I shouldn't have and Olga was quite upset with me. She's right, of course. Yelling or swearing isn't going to get you anywhere.
Luckily, there was no queue whatsoever at the Home Affairs office and after some coaxing the lady took my application (apparently, they'd called her from OVIR). Good thing we suggested she take my passport as well, because she would have given it back to me and we would no doubt have had to go back at a later time and hand it in.
But, as they say, all is well that ends well and now all we have to do is wait for my visa. The bad thing is, however, that I cannot book a plane ticket without my passport and that by the time I get it back (in two weeks at the least) the cheaper tickets might be gone.
Oh well....
Reading: "The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Comments:
Post a Comment
