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Although Princess Tubby is still frighteningly underweight, for the past two days, she has been perky and her eyes are attentive. This is opposed to the dull eyes and depressed behaviour she's been exhibiting since she first become anorexic. She still won't eat her cookie snacks (normally her favourite food), but she eagerly snatches up bits of dry bread. She hasn't run laps like the hyperkinetic beast she always was, though, and she gets pooped out when I put her in the giant ball. I don't think she'll ever really recover, but it's nice to see her happy for a change.
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f00dave's paperwork done is a total bitch. I biked up to the Citizenship and Immigration building, then had a heck of a time finding their office. The building is enormous, with many entrances, and there are no signs saying where anything is. Not even on the doors! So after grilling passers-by, I finally located the office. It's up an unmarked stairwell. And then the troubles continued. No one was in the office. In fact, the desks were all sealed off by what looks like rolldown garage doors. A sign said officers were in attendance on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Frustrated, I left the room. A woman was passing by. "The door says come in, and when I went in, everything's all locked up!" I whinged to her.
"Go press the buzzer on the door, and someone will come and help you," she said.
Buzzer?
I went back in, and sure enough, a buzzer was beneath a small sign saying "By appointment only."
I pressed the buzzer, and a woman came out of the door.
"I don't have an appointment," I told her, "and in fact, have no idea how to make an appointment since this place has no apparent phone numbers."
"You don't need an appointment," she said. "We don't make them, anyhow."
After this contradictory announcement, she asked me if I'd called the toll-free number.
"Yes, but after following the telehell, it hangs up on me every time."
She laughed. "Yeah, it's not perfect. Have you tried the website?"
"Yes, but I had no idea what I was looking for, and the search engine made things more confusing."
Then she took me to the computer and showed me exactly what I needed to do to get f00's papers. Finally! Some concrete information! If all those steps are followed, f00 should have no problem getting his passport. So f00, do what I told you, and hurry, ok?
Then I biked back down the hill most hastily just in case my wayward employee hadn't shown up to work. But since there's no message on the machine, I guess I'm safe. I have a couple of hours of breathing space. Hopefully, the Midol will kick in during this time. Menstrual cramps are the Devil!
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f00dave's paperwork done is a total bitch. I biked up to the Citizenship and Immigration building, then had a heck of a time finding their office. The building is enormous, with many entrances, and there are no signs saying where anything is. Not even on the doors! So after grilling passers-by, I finally located the office. It's up an unmarked stairwell. And then the troubles continued. No one was in the office. In fact, the desks were all sealed off by what looks like rolldown garage doors. A sign said officers were in attendance on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Frustrated, I left the room. A woman was passing by. "The door says come in, and when I went in, everything's all locked up!" I whinged to her."Go press the buzzer on the door, and someone will come and help you," she said.
Buzzer?
I went back in, and sure enough, a buzzer was beneath a small sign saying "By appointment only."
I pressed the buzzer, and a woman came out of the door.
"I don't have an appointment," I told her, "and in fact, have no idea how to make an appointment since this place has no apparent phone numbers."
"You don't need an appointment," she said. "We don't make them, anyhow."
After this contradictory announcement, she asked me if I'd called the toll-free number.
"Yes, but after following the telehell, it hangs up on me every time."
She laughed. "Yeah, it's not perfect. Have you tried the website?"
"Yes, but I had no idea what I was looking for, and the search engine made things more confusing."
Then she took me to the computer and showed me exactly what I needed to do to get f00's papers. Finally! Some concrete information! If all those steps are followed, f00 should have no problem getting his passport. So f00, do what I told you, and hurry, ok?
Then I biked back down the hill most hastily just in case my wayward employee hadn't shown up to work. But since there's no message on the machine, I guess I'm safe. I have a couple of hours of breathing space. Hopefully, the Midol will kick in during this time. Menstrual cramps are the Devil!
