I HATE HER!

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Right now I feel as if I have never hated someone as much as I hate Olga. Olga the stupid lady in the dekanat (dean's office) incharge of our invitation letters (refer to previous entry). Olga, the donkey who promised us that we would be able to get the invitation letters by the end of April. Olga the @&!* who makes us wait hours and hours before telling us to go back and come again another day.

Yesterday, she told us to go to the dekanat at 12pm today. We were there at 12, and she tells us to come back in one hour, at 2pm. (1pm-2pm is lunch hour - even if the world is going to come to an end, the dean's office people cannot be disturbed at that time). Maybe it was the look on our faces, but suddenly, she said, OK, come at 1pm. So, we waited. For one whole hour, we waited. At 1pm, that fucking lady refused to open the door. I have no idea whether or not she was in the room, but we were not buzzed in.

After lunch hour, we saw her, and she gave us a stack of invitation letters. My mother's one was there, my father's one was not. Remember me saying that waiting for the invitation letter was like waiting for exam results (previous post)? Well, getting only one of the two invitation letters is like getting 49 marks for the exam when the passing mark is 50. ARGH!!!! What did she have to say? Come back on Monday at 12 and it might be ready then.

All I wanted to do was shout at her. If I did, this is what I would have said : " You made me come at 12 today, and told me to wait till 1 and then refused to open the door till 2. And you are asking me to come back on Monday at 12, again. Are you going to make me wait again? Do you really think I have nothing else better to do with my life besides wait for you in the dekanat? Why don't you try coming to my hostel everyday and wait for 3-4 hours and go back empty handed? You told us to submit the documents in March/April. We did. My friends and I sent in the documents at the same time, and yet their invitation letters are ready, and mine are not. Why? What the hell have you been doing for 2 whole months? When did you actually submit the documents? We could have just done the invitation letter back home, yes, it is a bit more expensive, but at least we don't have to keep coming back to the dekanat every few days. "

But I couldn't say all that. Even if I had, she wouldn't have understood because this is f***ing Russia. They understand minimal English and telling her all those things would be like talking to a donkey, an animal that cannot understand you. All I could do was ask her a few more times whether she is sure that it will be ready at 12pm on Monday or is she going to make me wait again like today. I don't even know whether she understood that. She just kept repeating, Monday at 12, Monday at 12.

You may think I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Maybe she has her own reasons. Maybe there is nothing she can do about it. Maybe she had some work to do and so couldn't make it on time. Let me tell you this, this in NOT the first time she has made people wait. My friends have waited for up to 5 hours for this lady to come to the office. She was the one who told us to come at 12pm today. She was the one who said the invitation letters would be ready. I can just feel my blood pressure rising thinking about her. I dont' want to think about her anymore. I already have a headache as it is.

Today is the first time in my life that I feel the word 'asshole' is too sweet to describe a person. OLGA, I HATE YOU!!

Some Random Stuff

I have been waiting for the invitation letter for my parents to be ready for quite some time now. The first dateline given was end of April, then it was 'come next week', 'come on Thursday' and in the end 'come at the end of May'. Yesterday (Thursday), most of my friends were able to collect their invitation letters. I did not get mine.

Olga (the @#!& responsible for the letters) said that all the letters will be ready by noon today (Friday). After living in Russia for 6 years, I know better than to believe her. I can only be sure when the letters are in my hands. If they are not ready tomorrow, I don't know what to do anymore. Should I wait till next week? Should I just do the visa through an agent in Malaysia although it is expensive (without invitation letter)? I don't know. I feel like I am waiting for an exam result to be out. I am nervous. I hope tomorrow brings good news.

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Another worry of mine (and also all the other 6th year students here) is how to bring back all my stuff. 6 years is long enough to collects loads and loads of junk. It's not just the things we buy here, but also those that we bring from Malaysia when we go back for holidays. Each year, we go back home with empty bags and come back to Russia with bags over the 30kg weight limit filled with food stuff and clothes and the occasional text book. Food stuff finishes, no problem there. Textbook, we tried our best to sell during the garage sale. So, now, we are left with the clothes, lots of them.

I have lots of clothes that I don't wear anymore. I even have clothes that I have never worn, and may never wear. But then, to throw away clothes that can still be worn is such a waste. Thankfully, a donation to the orphanage is being organized and we can donate whatever clothes that we want. I knew about the donation a long time back, but I never got around to sorting out my clothes. Yesterday, a notice was posted up saying that the donation is going to take place today. So, last night, I went through all the contents of my cupboard (which is small but messy) and tried my best to weed out whatever clothes that I no longer wear. Some clothes I could not bring myself to donate, so I just kept them, although the chances that I will ever wear them is very slim. Anyway, I managed to collect to Ashan bags of clothes to donate later today. Now my cupboard is less messy, but I doubt it will stay that way for very long, I always manage to mess it up somehow.


*the bag on your right contains only my winter jacket. One winter jacket. I bought it in my first year, and that was the only year that I wore it. It is super warm, super soft, super heavy and super bulky. I have another winter jacket which I am also going to donate, but that one is smaller. I still have that jacket and my winter boots to pack, which means that by today evening, I will have 3 bags of stuff to donate.


*a picture of me wearing my 'super' winter jacket. See how excited we were to see snow in our first year.

It is 3.15am now. I really hope the day goes on well; in other words, I get the invitation letters. Fingers crossed!