Cranky-pants

This hasn't necessarily been the best day ever and I've been growing increasingly cranky -- and I can't blame it on PMS this time around. Next week, maybe. This week might be pushing it.

I guess it's just never fun when things seem to be going in any direction but the one I want them to follow. And starting my day with a a*hole psychopath almost running me over on a side street? Not that helpful either.

Then, wrapping up the day with a 2 hour meeting about NOTHING! Boy, that's always fun, too! Now all I want is to go home and crawl under the covers, but I still have an ICA Board meeting to go to and (hopefully) to pay D a quick visit to get her to sign my passport application as my guarantor.

I can't get over how cumbersome the whole passport issue is in this country. Guarantors have to sign every damn thing, from the application form itself (which I already had to sign 3 times myself), to the back of my passport picture, to photocopies of my driver's licence and health care card.

Then, to stand god-knows-how-long in line (losing an entire lunch break and then some in the process), only so that my passport is ready in... 10 freaking business days.

It's quite ridiculous.

And I'm cranky.

G'bye.