Thursday, December 27, 2007

The Apostille Ordeal

It's official: I am going insane. I was just informed yesterday that I am now set to depart in mid to late January, instead of February. I love that I get to go sooner, but the mad dash to get everything done is enough to give me colitis!

On my lunch break yesterday, I went to a notary and had my diplomas and background checks notarized. The lady was really nice and only charged me five dollars, which was WAY less than I expected to pay for having six things notarized. Since I still had time left, I went over to the Secretary of State's office in Allegan, hoping to get my apostilles (when I called the Secretary of State's Lansing office, they told me I should go to a local branch office for an apostille).

That was a wasted trip. I took a number, #70, noticed that they were currently "assisting" #44, so I decided not to wait. After work, I went to the S of S office in Kalamazoo. After patiently explaining what an apostille is to not one, but three employees, they finally informed me that apostilling is not done at the local branch offices (wow, once again I hear two different things from two different people). They told me to go to Grand Rapids. Luckily, I have decided to stop being so trusting, so I did some checking on my own and learned that the only place I can go is Lansing. So, tomorrow I have to leave work early and take a little trip to Michigan's capitol. What fun.

The moral of this story: No one has a clue what they're doing.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"