Interviews scheduled for next week: None.
Errands to do: Lots!
I've been ordered to get a work permit or an alien certificate of registration before I can get the job offer in my hands. Great. Just great.
I hate going to Makati because it's "far". Now, I have to haul my butt all the way to Manila to go to the Bureau of Immigration Office.
But wait, first I need to go to the National Statistics Office (NSO) on East Avenue to get a copy of my birth certificate. Ugh!
If this won't make me wish that I have a driver (or a boyfriend who is an ulirang driver), then I don't know what will.
(Keep praying, friends. It's still not over.)
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