It must be the work of Satan!
It must be the work of Satan!
ok...i have come to the firm conclusion that the consulate workers responsible for processing visas sell their souls to the devil before pledging to keep the Italian shores as free as possible from riff-raff like myself because surely the woman responsible for giving me back my approved documents has long since lost any similarity with humanoids.
today is February 6th and i am scheduled to leave the US to Italy in less than two weeks time. do i have the little special independent worker visa stamp in my passport yet???????
no!
is it supposed to snow one foot this weekend when i have scheduled my moving sale??????
yes!
really though....all in all, the process has been relatively painless (can you tell i am taking some serious tranquilizers here?).
after taking all of the prescribed items to the embassy for their microscopic examination of my sales and marketing abilities, faxing over additional contracts and bank records, and pieces of identification ad nauseam until i now have the consulate fax number memorized, i have come to the conclusion that it would be easier to ship myself over in one of those darned metal containers under cloak of darkness and sell squeaky ducks in Duomo square with the rest of illegal Italy, than to obtain an independent worker visa.
last i heard, my attorney was promising a liaison for me at some dark bordello in Istanbul if the government would only release my paperwork to let me be on my way.
that said...in my heart of hearts i am a law abiding kinda gal, so i will continue to search for that every distant bottle of pazienza whilst i continue to shave off these thinnest of layers to my sanity. and should i have any remaining sanity left, a few days from now, i'll get my half thorazined self, to Firenze on my proverbial wing and a prayer. heaven help me on departure day.....
tic, toc, tic, toc, tic, toc.
~sparrow
ok...i have come to the firm conclusion that the consulate workers responsible for processing visas sell their souls to the devil before pledging to keep the Italian shores as free as possible from riff-raff like myself because surely the woman responsible for giving me back my approved documents has long since lost any similarity with humanoids.
today is February 6th and i am scheduled to leave the US to Italy in less than two weeks time. do i have the little special independent worker visa stamp in my passport yet???????
no!
is it supposed to snow one foot this weekend when i have scheduled my moving sale??????
yes!
really though....all in all, the process has been relatively painless (can you tell i am taking some serious tranquilizers here?).
after taking all of the prescribed items to the embassy for their microscopic examination of my sales and marketing abilities, faxing over additional contracts and bank records, and pieces of identification ad nauseam until i now have the consulate fax number memorized, i have come to the conclusion that it would be easier to ship myself over in one of those darned metal containers under cloak of darkness and sell squeaky ducks in Duomo square with the rest of illegal Italy, than to obtain an independent worker visa.
last i heard, my attorney was promising a liaison for me at some dark bordello in Istanbul if the government would only release my paperwork to let me be on my way.
that said...in my heart of hearts i am a law abiding kinda gal, so i will continue to search for that every distant bottle of pazienza whilst i continue to shave off these thinnest of layers to my sanity. and should i have any remaining sanity left, a few days from now, i'll get my half thorazined self, to Firenze on my proverbial wing and a prayer. heaven help me on departure day.....
tic, toc, tic, toc, tic, toc.
~sparrow
posted by ~Sparrow | Thursday, February 06, 2003
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