Thai Airways. Smooth as Silk
[Disclaimer: get some red bull, some amphetamines, coffee or whatever you can grab to keep you awake because this post will most likely bore you to death. But frankly, I'm a happy camper.]
Who would have thought my Wednesday would be soooo productive?
I think a ton of people are still suffering from post-mortem syndrome.
Everything is starting to go back to normal; the country’s government and business sectors have been closed since Friday last week and today is the first day all the office workers, clerks, 9-5ers, the yucky yuppies brigade and their ilk, go back to work.
I got up at 5AM earlier this morning. I don’t care if I didn’t put make up on and I had a bad hair day – I was determined to file my visa application with Embassy #3.
Wore my Elie Tahari trousers tucked in my brown Frye boots, a Lacoste pique polo and a Zara cardigan. Brought my Birkin with me. It’s the only respectable bag that I have.
I originally plan on channeling my inner Madonna for Versace ad campaign but I ended up looking like a woman in her 40s. I don’t give a shit though. I was probably the best dressed person in the Embassy.
Can I just say how wonderful that embassy is? It was Thai Airways galore – everything was smooth as silk.
Sure I have to queue for about an hour and a half but when they opened their doors at 9AM sharp, I was out in no more than 20 minutes.
I handed the Filipino lady at the counter 2 sets of folders: one containing all my original documents – tax returns, bank books, financial statements, birth certificate, all my passports, bank statements, everything… and another containing my visa application, pictures, itineraries and photocopies of EVERYTHING in folder 1.
I told her I need to get my passports back AND folder #1 (originals) cause I’m also applying for a visa with Embassy #4. She told me there’s no problem.
I was totally surprised that the lady was nice. Seriously. She even SMILED! She even talked to me! It’s quite refreshing actually.
In other words, SHE WASN’T A ROBOT.
She quickly went through my documents (yep, all 8,491 KILOS worth of documents) and told me they’re all ok and she’ll accept them. She asked me as to when I got the passport photos (that I submitted) taken. I said March. She replied: we can only accept photos taken within the last 6 months, come back with new photos.
Other than that she told me to contact the hotel I’m staying at and ask them to fax the Embassy with a hotel confirmation.
I asked her whether or not I’ll be interviewed and she said there’s no need. It takes about 10 days for processing.
It was simple as that.
I was so excited and relieved that I minced my way out of the door thinking there’s still enough time to go to Embassy #2… soo excited I completely forgot to get my passports.
I ran back to the elevator and went straight to the counter again and told her I forgot to get my passports and my folders back.
She greeted me with a smile, told me she was just about to call but she’s glad I came and that’s about it.
As I’ve said earlier, I have two phrases: Thai Airways. Smooth As Silk.
I hope I get approved… otherwise I’ll commit suicide.
Diplomatic Faux Pas
I take back whatever I said on THIS post. I would like to express my sincerest apologies to Mrs. Isthatanold Dior for calling her a bitch.
I encounted her again today (who, btw, wore a vibrant floral ensemble) at Embassy #2. I was supposed to go there Tomorrow – they were going to open the Visa Section strictly for me because I whinged I’m busy on Wednesday.
But since I finished at Embassy #3 early, I thought I’d drop by at Embassy #2 to see what they can do for me.
THIS TIME HOWEVER, SHE GREETED ME WITH A SMILE!
I couldn’t help but wonder why all these consuls are suddenly smiling when they have reputations that they are colder than cold-blooded animals. It’s quite mind-boggling actually.
Have they really opened up to the fact that I’m NOT going to be one of these?
Anyway, I explained to her my case THOROUGHLY, gave her the bank receipts that I paid the expedited payment fee.
She told me it’s going to be VERY, VERY, VERY cold in December.
Then I told her it’s going to be MONEY WELL SPENT. I’m wearing my FUR!
She laughed (it requires more than a MIRACLE for a consul to do such thing).
Then she pointed on her calendar, did some calculations.
Visa Approved. I’ll pick it up early next week.
She gave me a double entry visa.
I’m a happy, happy young man!
More updates later.