The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Of course it was my mistake great lord of the public office. I am sure that my
passport or myself misspelt it and not you.
Then you took the little piece of paper with the all important stamp on it to
another office across town. There you waited in a queue to be given a ticket to
go to a desk where you were handed another form, this one was six pages long.
You filled it in then once again queued to get your ticket to see the person who
gave you the form.
Once you got there they told you that the original piece of paper which had been
given to you with the all important stamp on had another error on it and that you
must return to that office all the way across town to discover the person, the one
person in the whole building who dealt with what you needed was on holiday.
So after waiting two weeks you return to be told that due to that persons holiday
there was a back log of work and you would be seen in three days time at
exactly 3:15 pm. This is Poland though so they use military time.
After having started this process a young man you are able to pick up your
toupee on your way to get your final piece of paper which comes with a
different stamp. All the time the lovely people you meet tell you about the
government’s plans to streamline the process. That will be nice. It would have
been better if they already had done that instead of costing me my sanity.
“What’s your sign?”