So as many of you know, I'm impatient. I'm also Canadian. Which brings me to my latest episode of 'finding the daisy among a giant stack of scentless chammomile' (if you will).
Before I venture into this next installment, I advise all future wives: Keep your maiden name OR Marry a man with the exact same last name as you (including the spelling). I take pride in my mother, in that she performed the latter.
The other day, Ryan and I took a bit of an adventure in an attempt to legally change my name on my Social Insurance Card for the second time. Thinking that this would be quick and easy (for some ODD and RIDICULOUS reason) we didn't have lunch before we left.
So after getting lost and redirected to the correct building (I only share this because normally, I'm wonderful with directions, but on this day I was hungry; therefore, throwing off my navigational abilities) we wound up downtown at the Service Canada office. SKETCH-FACTOR. We found ourselves a parking spot marked '2 Hour Parking**' thinking that we would have plenty of time.
**Please note this important time reference.
After entering the office at precisely 11:02 am, we talked to the receptionist, while she recorded my name and my business. She politely spewed her rehearsed speech in our direction: "Please, take a seat and your name will be called by one of our Service Canada agents." So we sit.
...and sit.
......and sit.
.........and SIT.
It is now 12:12 pm. "Whitney BIIIRRRONN!!" (because that's how you say "Braun" in Canada, obviously) The heavens finally opened.
Because the lady was so nice, she decided she would do us a favour by getting our $10 back that we weren't supposed to be charged for, even after I said in my frustrated-from-waiting-over-an-hour-while-my-stomach-eats-itself voice, "I really don't care about my $10. It's No. Big. Deal." But thankfully, because she was SOO KIND, her determination to get our money back possessed her to dial a man in Newfoundland. This said man then proceeded to screw up this wonderful service agent's computer information, causing her to lose my data and forcing her to start again. 12:27 pm ticks by.
After the reboot, which was completed by 12:36 pm, this lovely woman belched her federal courtesies to us in the form: "You're new Social Insurance Card will be mailed to you in 10-15 days."
(Please read this last bit in your best dramatic poet voice. It's best when recited aloud)
...BUT BEHOLD! Over yonder, the most beautiful brown, yellow, and red sign beckoned me towards its honey-glazed goodness!
Needless to say, I'm still very proud to be Canadian.
Let's see if I can say that 10-15 days from now.
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5 comments:
Another good one!
Okay, so try getting married in one country and then moving immediately to another, going back two months later to quickly change your name on all important documents, going back to country of residence and proceeding to spend about ten months filling out paperwork and getting fingerprinted, etc. only to wait another year on top of that to be considered more than just a visitor in your country of residence. Then add another four years on before being allowed to vote in country of residence.
Let's just say I had a double-double half-decade. ;)
Man, I'm glad I'm officially Canadian now. :D :D
Congrats on the name change, Mrs. Braun.
Thank-you :) Your comment made me even more ...proud... to live here, or at least in the same country that my husband is from.
That is just sad...was the place busy? Is that the service Canada office by the fire hall?
I'm very glad though that you finally got it all figured out and that good old Tim Horton's was there to ease the pain.
Haha me too! There was actually only TWO people in front of us, which makes the story that much more amazing...
you're right Whitney, I did get to have a few chuckles, sounds so much like most of my life, only i usually get the parking ticket for the icing, so actually not so funny.
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