Immigration @^^#&(!**^&@&!!!

Those thieving and scheming bastards and bitches!
That’s what I shouted to myself when I met up with those people at Immigration Office.

Damn the system sucks. Never hated bureaucracy so much before.
I know right from the start that those Immigration people will cause too much trouble. And trying my best to anticipate this, I asked someone from my friend’s office to take care of my passport for me. Yep, it’s like one of those things that you wish you could just blink and have it laid safely on your desk. But I guess there’s no magic about it.

And guess what. The what-seemed-like-a-perfect-plan just fell apart completely. Somehow the person just called me up in the middle of a very hectic day (by my standard) and told me that I had to contact the immigration person myself, “Something seems to be wrong”. Turned out, those scheming people tried to take advantage of the fact that I once lost my passport, and they tried to milk out my last dime. S**t!!! I didn’t even go anywhere abroad in the past 7 years, why make such a big deal out of this, right?

The immigration officer told me to pay this ridiculous amount of money, which he said was gonna be split 6 wise to shut everyone up but I know from the heart that he’s just going to fatten himself up, well, good luck there, mate! Hope you suffer with the money you took from me. What’s worse about this is that he dragged his wife along with him. Yes, they’re both scheming people together! Imagine just what kind of babies would come out of her…

Guess what he said when I told him I didn’t have the money he asked me? “Astaghfirullah aladziim... You must think that I’m making things up and that this money I want for myself, don’t you?” (You damn right I do, mister – wish I could yell at him). After long bargaining (my Tanah Abang and Pasar Senin days finally paid off) with him, he agreed to arrange everything with half price (but that’s on top of what I gave him in the first place, you know, for just submitting all my papers…), and you know what?? Now that he agreed I paid with half the price he wanted from me, he started throwing papers at me, pointing fingers, and raised his voice with my presence. Dear Lord… what has become of this greedy country?

Anyways, things are just "perfect", especially since I still had to have my picture taken (passport photos are never complimenting…), my finger prints, and lots more of horrible waiting arounds…
Darn it. And to know that that immigration officer just shut me out and sent me to come back again for passport instead of having me wait there… That’s just great!

2 thumbs up for Indonesian Immigration Officers for making people’s lives so darn difficult.