The Drama Saga, cont.

Time: The day after my last post was published
Place: The Post Office
Circumstances: I have a temporary certificate to use as my ID, until the official one arrives, so I'm going to try once again to get my package (from the bank, which includes my debit card).  Also, no one at the post office speaks English.

 I show them the certificate.  After much fussing, we have communicated enough for me to know that they can't accept the certificate.  Must have real ID.  Ok, fine, whatever, I get ready to leave.  But there is still something else they want to say.  Apparently there is a problem b/c the certificate (and my ID, when I get it) has my full name on it, while the package only includes my first and last name.  Therefore, since the name is not exactly the same, they couldn't give me the package, even if I did have my ID.

 They eventually had to call the help desk to explain all this to me, which is when I realized how bad the situation was (previously I hadn't realized what strict procedures the post office was operating under.  We all knew that it was my package, but they still weren't going to give it to me, b/c everything wasn't exactly in order).  They're going to consult about it and call me back the next day.

I leave, trying not to break down bawling, because it's MY PACKAGE AND WHY WON'T YOU GIVE IT TO ME?????????????  But I feel consoled that I at least know what's going on and that tomorrow something will be figured out.

The next day (also known as Thursday): I tell my peeps at the school what's up and they call the post office.  After much conferring, it is (apparently) decided that the post office will return the package to the bank and I'm to go in and talk to the bank people about it.  Ok, that's doable.  Since people at the bank speak English, I feel as though we can get something figured out.  Except they'll need my ID.  Lovely.

So I leave work early on Friday in order to go pick up my ID and go to the bank.  This involves much walking around in the rain and getting soaked, but I don't mind, as I know have my ID card!  Yay, excited me!  At the bank, they decide to just issue me a new card.  Also at the bank, I discover that I left my passport at the ward office when I got my ID.  The fact that the nice lady at the bank is ok with me not having my passport, coupled with the odd euphoria I feel now that things actually seem to be working out, means that I don't panic (I mean, I know where it is, it's safe, it should be easy to go get).  Finally, I get my card!!!  YAY!!! so happy and relieved!

In fact, I think that a little celebration is in order.  Therefore, supper is at a semi-nice Italian place.  It consists of tomatoes and mozzarella cheese for starters (2 things I haven't had in over a month.  I thought I would die of happiness!), pasta w/ oil based sauce and baby oysters for the main, and a fruit tart for dessert.  Totally delish!  (They also had pizza baked in a stone oven that looked good, but I didn't think I could eat a whole pizza by myself.  Come visit me and we can go get one to share).

Finally, I wait until Saturday to go fight w/ the phone company, since I'm afraid it will be awful and completely ruin my good mood.  When I do go, it takes awhile, but ultimately ends with them not cutting off my phone!!!

In all, it was a very satisfying weekend.