Spring is upon us ☺️. That being said, today was absolutely not goated. Woke up early to call the immigration office since they’ve been giving me the runaround with no reacharound this past week, and we finally got to my ‘assigned advisor’. Picture the scene in pirates of the Caribbean where jack sparrow is locked in his prison cell and the mangy mutt across the jail has the keys in its mouth. I am jack sparrow in this case, throwing untold documents like dog treats at the bureaucratic hounds of the immigration department. I swear they love lording this power over american douche bags like myself.
My usual advisor is gone for some reason so she named some other dude as her replacement. No announcement or email, just something for us to find out by calling the office’s main line for hours until the front desk ladies finally picked up and told us the change of faculty. Except this morning, this new guy tells us that we already got moved to someone else (again, no email or any correspondence regarding this cute little innocuous update that only affects my entire well-being) before my usual lady left. So now we have to call this third guy tomorrow, who just got back from vacation today, apparently (why tell me that, to make me feel bad for burdening him with my desire to not be an illegal alien?) and who will have to sort through every document I’ve been sending to any Dick Tom or Nancy with an official email address in that god forsaken place.
But again, the weather was darling, so at least there’s that. Had some italian bread, olive oil, rustic tomato and prosciutto for lunch like a goddamn mafioso—it’s DeNardi, not Denardi, get it straight 🤌🤌— and finally started reading the GoT books after finishing The Crying of Lot 49, which by the way is hilarious and short and you should pick it up.
See you tomorrow,
Nick
Nick Denardi 