Many details are omitted from this story, so as not to have any chance of anyone getting in trouble.

So I applied for a visa to some place that isn’t the United States. A visa process which is very very complicated, annoying, and confusing. I need these documents, those documents, and another place says I don’t need them, and no place on the visa’s website is there one clear instruction as to what to do. So I do my best, I over send money, I send my application, I send pictures, passports, the whole 9 yards. I sent my application with a return overnight envelope and address, so that Saturday, they returned my envelope saying it was incomplete listing a couple of things, my passport was also in these documents returned to me.

Monday morning I wake up to my mother violently banging on my door saying I have a package from said embassy. I look on the box, its my hand writing on the packaging slip, and its my address. So I sit down, I open the box, hoping for good news, but what I find are 100+ passports from that country. The Embassy mistakenly sent to me over 100+ other people’s passports.

I sit there for a minute, I Think, what the hell do I do? I Tried calling the Embassy, no one picked up, no one ever does. I called FedEx, they said bring it in, we’ll send it back. So that of course was the main plan. I remember my cousin knew the consulate, so I let him know about the story, he immediately called the consulate, then my cousin called me back with instructions. He said to also include my application, and that it would be handled personally. So that’s what I did, I went back to fedex, complete application, fees and all, and passports, along with a letter. Send that package back in no time, and now just waiting on my visa.

I think this will be an ongoing post, like updated and reposted as it goes on.
11/4/08
I met someone on a bike ride the other night. Hes sitting there after 30 some miles of riding so far, hes still gotta ride home, and hes finishing a large bottle of newcastle, and just telling stories. Like a tipsy guy would when he thinks he has an audience that is just captivated by his presnce.

Of the many things he said, what I listened to was the following, “I’m 24, I’m an actor SLASH(/) Model I have a 2 year old daughter, I’ve been divorced and now I’m dating a 32 year old who I live with. The woman who bothers me the least between my ex and this girlfriend will be the one I end up with… I think…, okay lets ride.

This conversation starts mid conversation, I am “M”, sooo don’t get too confused:

J: haha.. you were? where did you go last night?

M: well! let me tell you, last night was an adventure
I spent all day at work yesterday moving stuff out of the office helping my boss move
from office to office, and ever since I was there in that office I Fell in love w/ these huge white boards
they are like 8feet by 4 feet, they’re big!

J:huge!

M: so I said to bossman, “I’m taking one, I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I’m taking one”
luckily roy came in from leb that day, so I told him you’re helping me out. But he was too tired to do it at 6, so he said later
my friend gen and I are having dinner and I Say, lets go get that white board, head over to roy’s wake him up and get him into his SUV, hes the only w/ a big enough car get to my office building at 9pm and gen and I go up while he turns up to the 12th floor, we pickup the white board take it to the elevators, the service one doesn’t work, and it won’t fit in the regular elevator, so we look at each other and realize the daunting task ahead of us

J:hahahahhahahahhahahahahha are you serious??
M:yea, we took it down 12 flights of stairs
J: OMG, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH, that sucks!!!!!! you must have REALLY wanted that board!!!!
M: ohh yea! so we used the railing to help slide it down floor by floor, but man that thing is heavy
J: so where is it now?
M: im getting there, so we get down to roy, hes annoyed cause hes tired and jet lagged, and he looks at this thing and he says, no waay this will fit,
I’m like, we can’t take this back up we gotta go. So what does roy do?

J:oh no
M:he puts its above teh railing on his car and says, everyone put your windows down and put one out the window and hold tight
J:what???????????????????????
M:we held it down to the railing on top of his car!
and we just drove back to my place
J:hahhahahahahahah amazing
how far was the drive?
M: like 6 miles, but it was cold! Tons of stops, and wind
J:hahaha not bad, what an eventful night
M: people were giving us so many looks
J:what time did you finally get home?
M: 9:45pm, the board is right behidn me
its too big to put anywhere so its laying against my bed
gonna mount it tomorrow on my wall

J:what are you going to do with it eventually?

M:and voila, I can write down my goals, my current projects, their progress, and what needs to get done

I’m walking down the street… like you do, and infront of me there is this alley way exit. Looking forward a big Mercedes G Class with it’s windows pull forward and stops before crossing the street.

The driver his this thick persianed individual who is having a conversation with his passenger, looking at his passenger. While he is stopped he takes a cup from the coffee bean and dumps the contents out, then moments later proceed to litter the street with the cup he just emptied. Before continuining his drive, he looks left to make sure there are no cars coming and notices me LOOKING right at him!

Within a moment, he has this, “ohh shit I’m a guilty motherfucker” look on his face, and throws his car into park and shouts, “ohhhlee sheet, i fohrgawt my cawp!” He jumps out of the car to pick up his trash repeating, “I fohrgawt my cawp!” looking at me all the while, jumps back in his car and goes.

I was at fedex yesterday shipping something to somewhere. As I walk in, the cocky guy behind the counter looks at me, and before I even open my mouth he points me to the desk right behind me and tells me to start filling stuff out. Cocky… but confident enough in his job, I didn’t question I just got to it.

As I am finishing filling out my stuffs and what not, I hear the cocky guy, who is now behind me shout, “Fedex is the best, come on! admit it, you know you want to!” At which point I look up to see what the hell is going on. As I look up, I see U.S. postman leave the building, and quickly realize it was the U.S. Postman that he was shouting at. I turn around to look at the cocky guy, with a laugh in the midst, and say, “Are you serious?” He looks at me with the most serious face, and replies, “Yea! the US post isn’t welcomed here at all, and I make sure they know that” to which I reply, “alright go you have, having pride in your company” He then proceeds to tell me about the ink delivery in his station, he points to all the printers and says, “all the ink for these printers come from FedEx, right? but what I don’t get is why that big ass printer over there has the ink delivered by UPS” I say to him, “ohh when that guy comes in you must go ape shit” He replies again with a serious face, “Hell yea, that fucker knows more than anyone else he isn’t welcomed here, I give him hell”

Some people….