Next Sunday, I will have to fly to India for my caring employer - again on very short notice. If you think I get any support for my travel preparations since I work for a company that likes to send its employees around the globe, you're completely wrong. The first assistant said that she has to learn to say NO! The other one said that I'm too late since it takes two weeks to prepare a trip - not one. My caring employer sucks!
Well, making the flight and hotel bookings was not so difficult. I've got the visa form from the embassy's homepage, cut out two mug shots, asked for an invitation from the Indian company calling for our service, printed the itinerary, signed where required and went to Bern this morning.
I had to take bus number 19. There was no bus 19 - due to UEFA EURO 08. It was not driving from the train station but from a remote place called Zytglogge. UEFA EURO 08 sucks!
Well I made it to this Zytglogge. but there was no bus stop for bus 19 in sight. There were also no maps indication the bus stop. I had to call BERNMOBIL to get directions. You can't even see Zytglogge from bus stop Zytglogge of line 19. BERNMOBIL, if you shift a bus stop due to some silly ball shifting, please draw me a map. BERNMOBIL sucks!
At the embassy, the slowest lady in humankind, went through the pile of documents only to say "Where is the letter?". Obviously, I need a letter from my caring employer, confirming everything. There is no chance to get anything without The Letter. Do you think this is mentioned anywhere? Embassy of India sucks!
To calm my nerves on the way home, I took a place in a railway coach with quiet area. Of course there was this nasty Swiss lady, which made a lot of noise with her newspaper and by telling everyone, who dare to whisper, to stop talking since this is a quiet are. Fellow passengers suck!.
In order to apply for an Indian visa you have to pay the fee in advance and send the original of the transfer receipt with the application. Thus I had to walk under the burning sun to the post office to transfer the money. Visa procedures suck!
When I came back to the office, I packed everything (Mr Mac kindly wrote me The Letter - although this is clearly not in his job description) and tried to ship it via our company's shipment department. I arrived there at 3:30:30 pm only to read that it closes at 3:30:00 pm. Thus I walked again under the burning sun to the post office. My caring employer's services suck!