If this is how life is in Egypt, I'm going to lose my mind.
I am trying to somehow give my FIL the power of attorney for me in Egypt to set things up legally before I get there. My husband tells me I need to go to the Egyptian Embassy to get it done.
Hm, closest Embassy is in Chicago... right around the corner right? I've never been to Chicago in my life, let alone to drop everything for a "day trip". Its like 400 miles away. Not close at all.
So he tells me to call the embassy to see if there's something I could do from where I am.
Alright. I look up the number and on my break go out and try to call. Except here's the thing: the number listed for Chicago goes unanswered and has NO VOICEMAIL OR ANSWERING SERVICE. There's nothing on the line to even let you know the number is for the Chicago Egyptian Embassy.
Those of you who are from Egypt or have spent a significant amount of time in Egypt are nodding your heads at this point. Typical for anything vaguely Egyptian.
So I get the numbers for the big head honcho Embassy in Washington DC figuring that it has to be impossible to not reach someone in the MAIN headquarters.
And I do. The receptionist (of the year I'm sure) parrots me the same number that went unanswered.
No, theres no one answering. And no voicemail (seriously what kind of !&*%ing embassy doesn't have a voicemail?). No, really, I'm certain no one is answering.
She transfers me to the "commercial consulate" and I get a voicemail (!!) but I call her back because I want a real live person to talk to.
Oh the injustice of my request.
When I called the direct line she reluctantly gave me I actually get a real person (finally) who answers with an oh-so-professional "alloo?"
Uh, I'm sorry, is this an Embassy?
Oh, ok here's what I need...
Well, did you call the Chicago Embassy?
..... Yes. No one answered.
(Really, I promise no one answered.)
I explain to her what I need.
She tells me that I need to call the Chicago Embassy.
..... Seriously. No one answered.
She huffs and puffs and then finally consents and lists all the things I need to do to give my FIL the power of attorney for me. Apparently I need to jump through fifteen fire-rimmed hoops, on one foot or it doesn't count, on the first day of the new moon, spin around and touch my nose, and then send "them" (actual word she said) a $25 money order.
I'm sorry, I need to send them a $25 money order? And secondly who is "them"?
I am informed curtly that: Yes I did need to send "them" a $25 money order, and I need to call the Chicago Embassy. Click.
She hung up on me.
I will beat you down nasty Egyptian Embassy lady, and then I will mess you up again.
And when I got back to the desk, ruffled feathers and all, M looked on the website and tells me that the Chicago Embassy is only open Mon-Fri 9am to 1pm.
WTF!?! How on earth do they manage to work Egyptian hours in America?!?!
..... I'm done.
If this is how life is in Egypt, I'm letting my husband do EVERYTHING.
But I will beat that embassy lady down myself.