I'm trying to stay cool. I really am. I am trying not to be engulfed by a fiery ball of passionate rage.
If there's nothing you can do about something, there is nothing you can do about something. And you shouldn't let it get to you. Right? Right.
So. Yesterday, after trying all day on Friday to get through to the Korean Consulate in Dallas, we had decided just to drive down there, when I thought I would try calling information and see if they had a different number. Information had no Korean Consulate listed in Dallas. To make a long story short, there is no Korean Consulate in Dallas. I don't know why there is a phone number listed for one. I don't know why there is an address listed for one. Because it doesn't exist.
The only Korean Consulate in Texas is in Houston, which is six hours away and currently ravaged and destroyed by Hurricane Ike.
So, despite the fact that the Dallas Consulate is listed on every ESL website, and if I had known it didn't exist, I could have handled this all a month ago, I find out that if I overnight my documents to Houston, they can have them back to me by Friday or Saturday. And probably have my visa by the time I'm supposed to leave on Monday. At this point, I'm not taking any chances -- not only do I listen to the automated message about what documents I need to send on the Consulate phone line, I check the website AND I call and speak to someone in the office. They all list the same three documents. No I don't need to send anything else. They are sure.
This evening, I got a phone call from Houston saying that they need three additional documents. Just in time to completely fuck my chances of leaving on Monday.
And that's not all, folks. Mike called to make his appointment with the Korean Consulate in New York today -- apparently, they have no operating phone lines at the moment. He'll have to call back tomorrow.
Deep breaths and the serenity prayer are the only things I have left. That, and cigarettes. And Mike's not even here to smoke them with me, in a haze of seething-rage-turned-dilapidated-apathy.
What did I do wrong in a former life?