If you want to get really fit, go apply for a visa to the American Embassy. *Hrmph*
First, we stood for two hours in line, with the sun baking us. Next was a half mile sprint to the visa section, after our bags and selves had been taken thoroughly apart. Then our finger scans were taken after a relatively short wait inside. Then an "interview" took place that simply consisted of "Your son is an American citizen? And which company sponsored you? Can you spell it?" DB spelled it out, twice because the first spelling earned him a rather vacant stare, only to be told sternly, "Yes, I know the spelling now." Then the interviewer walked off for a few minutes, chatting with his colleague. Then he came back and told us the visa needs some more "processing". So now, we're here for a two week wait. WTF? I've had better days, truly.
At least when I opened my email, I had reasons to squee. People are nice to me, they're leaving me some wonderful reviews, so I'm a wee bit happier now than a couple of hours ago. It's been one long, long day.
First, we stood for two hours in line, with the sun baking us. Next was a half mile sprint to the visa section, after our bags and selves had been taken thoroughly apart. Then our finger scans were taken after a relatively short wait inside. Then an "interview" took place that simply consisted of "Your son is an American citizen? And which company sponsored you? Can you spell it?" DB spelled it out, twice because the first spelling earned him a rather vacant stare, only to be told sternly, "Yes, I know the spelling now." Then the interviewer walked off for a few minutes, chatting with his colleague. Then he came back and told us the visa needs some more "processing". So now, we're here for a two week wait. WTF? I've had better days, truly.
At least when I opened my email, I had reasons to squee. People are nice to me, they're leaving me some wonderful reviews, so I'm a wee bit happier now than a couple of hours ago. It's been one long, long day.