After 45 minutes of trying to reach a human being on the National Passport phone number, I spoke to a lovely lady (truly) who told me that my passport was moving along smoothly. Then she realized they'd messed up my address.
I am the eternal optimist. I can find a silver lining in almost ANY black cloud. I still have faith in my government. I still expect to be on that plane to Ireland in 16 days.
I just may not have any fingernails left.
1 comment:
LOL Who needs fingernails anyway? :) Keep the faith. It will all work out.
But don't take any chances. Keep up the pressure by calling frequently until you have that passport in your hot little hands.
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