*headdesks*
Dec. 13th, 2013 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Well that was one stress-filled afternoon I was not expecting.
A woman arrived in the teacher's lounge right before lunch break with an envelope from Manilla. Enclosed was my passport, and a note saying that I would have to have my visa updated here in Baguio in person, they couldn't get it approved in Manilla. Oh, and my current visa extension? Expires the 21st.
Cue a rapid bout of texting with the woman responsible for these extensions down in Manilla asking how exactly I went about doing this, and what paperwork/payments I needed, and then a phone call to Sir Mark at the diocesian offices to take me over today. We went, I filled out the forms, and luckily the man assigned to do the forms was rather patient with me and showed me where I needed to look to find out information on my height and weight in centimeters and kg. Since, you know, the stress of the situation pretty much knocked those conversion rates out of my brain entirely.
I'm going to have to go back every two months to re-apply for my visa extension, as the only place you can apply for a six-month visa extension is Manilla.
Okay, I've vented, eaten something so my blood sugar is no longer playing merry havoc with my emotions, and made a new cup of tea. And with only one bit of freaking out some of my fellow teachers by crying in the middle of the teacher's lounge.
I am now glad I dawdled a bit on getting my receipts out to the National office, because I'd have immediately had to alter them. Now I just need to re-print the main form, and wait till Monday to buy stamps/send it out.
And a bottle of wine and some replacement chocolates are moving to the top of this week's grocery list.
A woman arrived in the teacher's lounge right before lunch break with an envelope from Manilla. Enclosed was my passport, and a note saying that I would have to have my visa updated here in Baguio in person, they couldn't get it approved in Manilla. Oh, and my current visa extension? Expires the 21st.
Cue a rapid bout of texting with the woman responsible for these extensions down in Manilla asking how exactly I went about doing this, and what paperwork/payments I needed, and then a phone call to Sir Mark at the diocesian offices to take me over today. We went, I filled out the forms, and luckily the man assigned to do the forms was rather patient with me and showed me where I needed to look to find out information on my height and weight in centimeters and kg. Since, you know, the stress of the situation pretty much knocked those conversion rates out of my brain entirely.
I'm going to have to go back every two months to re-apply for my visa extension, as the only place you can apply for a six-month visa extension is Manilla.
Okay, I've vented, eaten something so my blood sugar is no longer playing merry havoc with my emotions, and made a new cup of tea. And with only one bit of freaking out some of my fellow teachers by crying in the middle of the teacher's lounge.
I am now glad I dawdled a bit on getting my receipts out to the National office, because I'd have immediately had to alter them. Now I just need to re-print the main form, and wait till Monday to buy stamps/send it out.
And a bottle of wine and some replacement chocolates are moving to the top of this week's grocery list.