If you’ve gotten the impression from my blog posts that our lives here are always exciting, my apologies. That would be a big lie. The truth is that we spend many hours doing things like this, sitting for hours in a hot room wading through what feels like mindless beauracracy. Today it means me sitting in this room for 3 hours trying to get my kids non-citizen ID cards, which we need to get them residence permits.
Before that process I had to get a work permit which requires all manner of documentation, payments, medical tests, etc.
Today is my 3rd attempt to get these cards. Once we were thwarted by not having a police report for the lost expired cards, which is apparently required. So I waited one day at a police station for a long time to get that. Later, police report in hand, I tried to get these cards but failed due to not having the passports with me (only copies).
Today turns out to be another failure… Technical difficulties with Hannahs card which may be tied to the challenge of the machine reading her fingerprints. I will have to return on Friday. Well, perhaps a partial success because we got Peter’s card.
Friday I will try again. If successful, I’ll try again at immigration for the permits. How I love beauracracy!
But, lest we judge, I should note that the process at the American Embassy for Ghanaians coming to America, even for a brief IJM staff conference, is no less frought with challenges, including standing 5 hours in the sun outside the embassy for an “appointment” and frequent unexplained rejections.
Alas, it goes both ways.
My kids are Champs though. I think I’ll buy them pizza and soda.