Tuesday, April 11, 2006

bureaucracy rules


We had this wonderful idea of booking a week's holiday somewhere sunny for next week while Cinderella is on her Easter break. There are always holidays available at the last minute for next-to-no-cost if you're not too fussy about where you're going. And right now we aren't, as long as it's somewhere sunny. Spain or the Canary Islands are favourites at this time of year.

Only... we had to get young Cinderella a visa. Hah!

First off, this particular wicked stepmother may be just a tad hormonal at the moment, if the vicious cravings for chocolate and high levels of irrational irritation are anything to go by. Not a good place to start.
Second, I'm working a slightly later shift this week, which means I only have to wake up at 8am. I love this; I resent mornings and I hate getting out of bed at the best of times, so these little sleep-ins are very much appreciated. Only... we had to go to the embassy early today, so I was up at 6.
Thirdly, the embassy in question is oh, maybe 20 - 25km away (what's that, about 18miles or something? I don't know, but you get the idea.) We left home at 7am. We arrived at the embassy at 8:30am. An hour and a half of sitting in traffic jams. AAARGH!!!! That, people, is why I choose to take the train to work, when hubby drives in and we work 2 blocks away from each other.
Today, somewhere along the road, a crane had overturned, which of course didn't help matters. I thought my normally slightly-low blood pressure was going to go through the roof and my head would explode...
But, it didn't, although I must apologise to Hubby for the beating I gave his shoulder at one point. I suppose it was a little unfair, considering his only crime was teasing me a little. But really, he should've known better ;)

Anyway, we got there only to find that we didn't have everything we needed. So, no visa = no holiday. The document we need has now been ordered from SA via the embassy here. Apparently we can expect to see it in about 6 to 9 months time.
What, are they giving birth to it?!

I give up.
Ya move halfway across the world to escape things like the delightful South African Home Affairs office, only to find that it's still gonna get you!

At the risk of repeating myself.
.. AAaaaarrgh!!!


Jeff said...

I'm sorry your vacation got screwed up, Terri. :(

These lines cracked me up: "Apparently we can expect to see it in about 6 to 9 months time.
What, are they giving birth to it?!" lol

kyknoord said...

That's why they call it 'Home Affairs' - they're too busy screwing around to get any actual work done. Incidentally, I've quoted you.

BUDDESS said...

Gotto love that pregnancy!! hahaha
Sorry you couldn't get away for a couple of days. It is still sunny and warm here...hint hint wink wink

Spookie the Warrior said...
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Spookie the Warrior said...

Aah man!!! So typical SA Home Affairs. I cringe at the thought of going there - it is an unpleasant experience at best. And I am afraid that when I leave I may have no hair left on my head.
(sorry - that delete there was me - don't ask!)

Lori said...

;( No holiday bummer, I am sending lots of Florida sunshine your way. ;)

ChittyChittyBangBang! said...

The only thing that comes to mind is... BULLSHIT!
Nowadys you can even get visas online. The longest I have ever had to wait for a visa is 3 days, and that is applying from here.
You'd be better off asking your Mom to file an application on her behalf here in SA.

whatalotoffun said...

Count to 10 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and take deep breath. those F@*king assholes.

jason evans said...

What a bunch of hosers. It probably take 5.8 months for it ferment than .2 months to complete.

And people should never toy with an irritated person. You don't smoke at a gasoline pump, do you?

Bosbefok said...

Dont Fuss T. Maybe we will get some sunshine here ? NOT !!
My shoulder might recover by ...say...next summer :-)

Oh.... and Arrrgh !

Terri said...

Jeff - Aw that's ok. There'll be others.

Kyknoord - So you're saying I might be closer to the truth than I realise? lol!

Buddess - You have no idea how tempting that sounds. A 12-hour flight doesn't exactly make for a 'short break' though ;) Might seeya around Christmas though...

Spookie - Hit the delete button while tearing your hair out, didya?

Lori - Thanks Darlin!!! :-D

Chitty - Thanks for the sympathy, but calm down, luvvie - you'll give yourself a heart attack!

Whotalotoffun - Couldn't have put it better myself :)

Jason - lol! Love that analogy!

Bosbefok - yeah I heard summer might be on a saturday this year.

whoami123 said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

Terri said...

Whoami - indeed.