Beetlejuice
May. 26th, 2005 11:32 amI'm sitting in the passport office, waiting to see an "examiner". It is remeniscent of the closing scene in Beetlejuice. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy beside me knows how to shrink heads.
I skipped out of work to do this. The passport is so I can proceed with my Australian immigration, although in another year and half it will be require to go to the U.S. as well. Either way, it's about time I got one.
Why must government waiting rooms always be so dismal? It doesn't seem to matter which governmant it happens to be, either. It's like there is an international standard that applies to all levels of government.
All the require players are present as well: the increacingly imaptient running/screaming infant and apologetic mother; the shrill women nattering in a foreign language; the surly clerks manning only 10% of the available wickets...
I skipped out of work to do this. The passport is so I can proceed with my Australian immigration, although in another year and half it will be require to go to the U.S. as well. Either way, it's about time I got one.
Why must government waiting rooms always be so dismal? It doesn't seem to matter which governmant it happens to be, either. It's like there is an international standard that applies to all levels of government.
All the require players are present as well: the increacingly imaptient running/screaming infant and apologetic mother; the shrill women nattering in a foreign language; the surly clerks manning only 10% of the available wickets...
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Date: 2005-05-26 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-26 09:53 pm (UTC)We get off our flight from London and walk towards immigration. There's a sign (in English and Gaelic) saying "EU Citizens Left; Non-EU Citizens Right" and two pathways (seperated by portable barriers) splitting off each way.
My cousin (who's English) takes the left path while I head right. We walk along for all of 20 feet when the two pathways turn around a bend and empty out into the main public reception area... both myself and my cosuin step into the area at the same time, perplexed... never any sign of any immigration officers, offices, or nothing except those carpet-covered portable barriers...
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Date: 2005-05-26 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-26 10:20 pm (UTC)had to go and stand in line to pick UP the application, Had to get my photo taken somewhere else , had to get references from another place , had to get a notary public to sign a peice of paper, had to order another birth certificate , missed a lot of work (and pay) jumping through hoops even before I set foot in the passport office to drop OFF my application.
When all was said and done - my $80 passport cost me about $300 in time , lost wages, and extra required services
The government has got red tape down to such an exact science that they don't even NEED an office to inconvenience you.
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Date: 2005-05-26 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 11:03 pm (UTC)In my case, there was no proof I ever entered (or left) the country.
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Date: 2005-05-26 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-27 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-27 01:26 am (UTC)When my number finally appeared and I went to see the "examiner" I discovered just what a passport office "examiner" does. He "examined" my I.D., made sure the number on my birth certificate matched the number on the form. put my photos in a little sleeve that I had to sign, and took my money for the fee. That was it. It took about a minute. Based on his job title I thought I was going to be interrogated or something. The "examiner" was, in fact, nothing more than a cashier.
I felt kind of short-changed after the experience. After waiting so long I was expecting more.
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Date: 2005-05-27 02:05 am (UTC)Pez got bitten by a flying ant last night and her leg swelled something aweful and it had red spoltches from her ankle to her upper thigh.