Dossier sent to State of Texas
Last night I went to Kinko's to copy our dossier and send it in to the state of Texas for the first round of authentication. This experience is such a lesson in tolerance.
After the copier ate my paperwork, my precious originals, and I managed to extract them, no thanks to the very "Office Space" like Kinko's staff. Oh Mom, I know. They could have all just found out their favorite person had a dreaded disease, or their dogs could have died and they were distracted planning the joint dog funeral. Yes, those are all possibilities...either way I had to rescue my papers by myself and was feeling very put out by their staring while I dissembled the copier. Sure, they are making minimum wage to work the night shift at a copier place. I mean who can blame them, really? It is kind of dumb to expect any level of service from an eighteen year old who is making a highlighting appointment. It is Karma since I WAS the eighteen year old scheduling the highlighting appointment.
I stood in line behind the sweetest of grandmothers. She was sending her darlings a care package. They are studying in the Netherlands.....Who would possibly allow their college age children to do an exchange to the Netherlands? Speaking of Karma, I better stop. Anyway, she went through and told the Fed Ex guy everything that was in the box....a scarf, some mittens, a couple of magazines, bubble gum, boxers, candy bars, chips (William LOVES Doritos, don't you know? Particularly the "Cool Ranch" flavor) some socks, Twizzlers....you get the idea. I think there was one of everything in the junk food aisle of the average US supermarket. Then we went on to payment. She could do part credit card, part cash......hmmm.....or she could pay all of it with her check...but then her husband might get on to her for spending so much.....he just does not understand. She was very sweet and excited to send her grandchildren a nice package and she got stuck in front of the glaring prospective adoptive mother. Poor thing....Lucky kids in the Netherlands. I imagine those snacks will come in handy.
Thank goodness my two year old was not there. Maybe I should bring her and she could speed things along with some shrill screaming. Maybe I will speed things up with some shrill screaming. Hmm....maybe that will be my strategy for round 2 of the authentication game.
Well, I guess all is well that ends well and mission was accomplished. We still do not have our I-171H and Junior is now a wanted man. Oh and our home study was delayed because the social worker forgot to get the third incarnation notarized. We managed to get a complete one together, notarized, with all of the "Indias" changed to "Guatemalas" and, only 3.5 weeks after my overly generous deadline, we are actually on track.
Now we are just waiting on Junior. Apparently, his thorough attitude was a blessing in disguise as our social worker said our case could have been rejected for such an error. Whomever said "the Devil is in the details" was not a liar.
After the copier ate my paperwork, my precious originals, and I managed to extract them, no thanks to the very "Office Space" like Kinko's staff. Oh Mom, I know. They could have all just found out their favorite person had a dreaded disease, or their dogs could have died and they were distracted planning the joint dog funeral. Yes, those are all possibilities...either way I had to rescue my papers by myself and was feeling very put out by their staring while I dissembled the copier. Sure, they are making minimum wage to work the night shift at a copier place. I mean who can blame them, really? It is kind of dumb to expect any level of service from an eighteen year old who is making a highlighting appointment. It is Karma since I WAS the eighteen year old scheduling the highlighting appointment.
I stood in line behind the sweetest of grandmothers. She was sending her darlings a care package. They are studying in the Netherlands.....Who would possibly allow their college age children to do an exchange to the Netherlands? Speaking of Karma, I better stop. Anyway, she went through and told the Fed Ex guy everything that was in the box....a scarf, some mittens, a couple of magazines, bubble gum, boxers, candy bars, chips (William LOVES Doritos, don't you know? Particularly the "Cool Ranch" flavor) some socks, Twizzlers....you get the idea. I think there was one of everything in the junk food aisle of the average US supermarket. Then we went on to payment. She could do part credit card, part cash......hmmm.....or she could pay all of it with her check...but then her husband might get on to her for spending so much.....he just does not understand. She was very sweet and excited to send her grandchildren a nice package and she got stuck in front of the glaring prospective adoptive mother. Poor thing....Lucky kids in the Netherlands. I imagine those snacks will come in handy.
Thank goodness my two year old was not there. Maybe I should bring her and she could speed things along with some shrill screaming. Maybe I will speed things up with some shrill screaming. Hmm....maybe that will be my strategy for round 2 of the authentication game.
Well, I guess all is well that ends well and mission was accomplished. We still do not have our I-171H and Junior is now a wanted man. Oh and our home study was delayed because the social worker forgot to get the third incarnation notarized. We managed to get a complete one together, notarized, with all of the "Indias" changed to "Guatemalas" and, only 3.5 weeks after my overly generous deadline, we are actually on track.
Now we are just waiting on Junior. Apparently, his thorough attitude was a blessing in disguise as our social worker said our case could have been rejected for such an error. Whomever said "the Devil is in the details" was not a liar.
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