I'd simply say this to my passport, held by the custom because of the unfinished business about my visa. I really am curious about how such a multinational company failed to handle all the permit matters to get me here. I wasn't supposed to be the one who has to go around and all over the place to take care of this shitty problem. They were the one who called me to handle the crisis. And me, yes, as a public speaker, a PR expert and a media handler, I should be the one who enjoyed my white wine inside a limo, going around and being a fool in the casino. but no, I woke up unintentionally in the custom office and had to attend another session of interview with the border officer.
They have been holding me since yesterday. I was like "dude! 24 hours means I have the right to get myself a lawyer!" but they seemed don't care. Yet, here I am, in a small canteen, having a sip of coffee before having another stupid interrogation about my intention of going here. This is silly, that company hires me and they really are the one who responsible for all the documents and permits. I was requested to be professional, I even restricted to bring my family or partner here because this is a business visit, not leisure. I hate the fact that I had to obey and follow their rules, and here is what it brings: me being in a semi-jail!
I passed by a public phone, and not to mention that my call might be listened by other parties, I just don't care.
"Hi babe, how are you?" I cannot hardly raise my voice because of the sore throat from not sleeping since three days ago
"Good, how're you? How's thing going? Have they sent you their attorney or something?" my boyfriend has just woke up that morning, and I am feeling really bad for skipping the morning coffee and talk with him. We always talk about silly things in the morning, we fight over unimportant matters and we make up easily.
"no, I am fucked up here!" I almost cried missing him and his presence
"you'll be fine, if today they don't give you any news, I'll send Tom to take care of you and bring you home, alrighty sweety?" he tried to comfort me
"I think I might be in the worst situation today, I haven't had any proper sleep since my departure and this company has abandoned me in the border. They hold my visa and I can only wait. I'm getting FUBAR!" I heard him sipped his coffee and exhale softly
"Love, don't be that negative, there's always things you can think of to make you feel better. Just go face them and be home soon. Be good and let me know if anything goes wrong. okay?"
"Yeah, I'll try to be nice today, and hopefully they'll send me out of this crap sooner, and not let the FUBAR happen" I tried to tell him how upset I am and this is really exhausting. He hang up after giving me some few things to keep me positive, like "I'll take you to Venice after you finished this essay".
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