Tommorow again... When will today catch up?

On Monday after being with Aaron I set course for Labour. It was a promising start, I had to be there at 13:30 which gave me time to eat something in the teacher’s cafeteria before rushing away. Sadly enough the secretary at labour was absent so my clearance letter that required 2 lines more then the standard one could not be typed and I should come back the next day same time. When I called the dream job I felt like an 8-year-old telling the teacher the dog ate his homework and went home to enjoy the afternoon for a change.
I enjoyed the evening even better! There was a cocktail party at the embassy because the Belgian minister of foreign affairs came to Addis for the African Union meeting. Parties there are never without catering and this time they flew in the delicious grey small shrimps typical for the Belgian coast, besides that there was a whole buffet with other goodies including a dessert of fresh chocolate mouse and strawberries! It was a feast! Holger Saskia and me really enjoyed it. Saskia is even considering to become Belgian seeing as the Belgian community is very sociable and friendly;-)
Between you and me ok ambassadors do get a really nice wage but these things are not obligatory and come out of their pocket so it is really nice of them to do this. The ambassador’s wife is Ethiopian by the way and a really friendly stylish host.
To my great relief I was given the letter promptly by Labour on Tuesday and thus set course for immigration. Dr G thought it would be in my benefit if I went there by myself to apply for a business visa. We’re hoping I will receive one seeing as my court date is only on the 8th of March and the 8th of April and I am telling them I do not have the means to stay here without wages until then… ( The dreamjob would be able to hire me if I get this visa).
I went to the not so nice boss,room 105, I talked to the last time. After an hour queuing he took half a minute to tell me I should go to room 77 downstairs and apply for a visa there like any other person. I called Dr G and he referred me to his friend who made me wait, fill out some forms and then also sent me to 77. When I finally got in I explained my case upon which the guy scribbled down something in Amharic and sent me to room 81. There, there is a nice lady ( I’ve been there before and she’s always been sympathetic to my case) who attended me after a while and then scribbled something on my file and sent me to Ato Solomon , room 80, who is only friendly to me off record and with Dr G present. Solomon made me wait for ages, he’s always being a pain and thus very busy, and allowed people to queue me twice before it was my turn. He then asked me silly questions such as where is your residence permit, you need to give it to us, whereas he knows _or at least should know_ I was fired for asking this permit and that GYA kept it. He scribbled down 3 things in Amharic, all the true and thus wrong answers I gave and sent me to room 95. Room 95 seems to be a different director, one that has refused to talk to me twice before and he was now in a meeting and I shouldn’t wait because it was already 17:15 and everything closes at 17:30 ( immigration doesn’t do overtime like Labour). So I should come at 8:30 tomorrow. I went out drained and super disappointed as usual. Luckily the money bar I mentioned in one of my first blogs is near this ministry and they have some excellent fries with ok tasting mayonnaise which helped to cheer me up a bit.
8:30 the next day Wednesday I don’t go to Aaron but set out to immigration. I am kept waiting until 9:15 before I get to see the man behind the secretary in room 95. I explain him my case and he says they will give me a tourist visa upon which I start crying and tell him then I’ll have to go home ( which I mean, I can’t take much more of this) and GYA who’s been mistreating people for the last 10 years will get away with what they did to me and will continue doing this. He gets 2 calls in those mere 10 minutes I’m in there and sends me out twice eventhough it’s clear I don’t understand enough Amharic to make anything out of what he’s sayng. When I come back in the second time he starts calling someone and GYA is named… Then he says: come back tomorrow. No answer, no explanation, nothing.
I rushed to Aaron and had lunch was forced to eat real quickly while he was in recess. After he left I went to court to get the summon for my case. I have to personally give it to the school. Having to go there soon made me call David ( remember ex colleague and first flatmate, the one that got robbed in Merkato) to see what he was up to. Good thing I did because he told me he is eloping tomorrow morning at 8:45 and that the school will be closed until Monday.
We started in September with 8 foreign teachers and 2 American management assistants. Tomorrow a mere 3 out of those 10 continue to work for GYA. 5 of the people who stopped have left/fled the country, the other 2 are me and the witness that saw me get fired who was 1 of the manager assistants, we are still here for the time being.
So here I am waiting for another tomorrow hoping that very soon I can live for today again and be happy.