jan lang...

I just got back from the DFA. Four gruelling waiting hours...

Agoraphobia
..i have that... not necessarily fear but i cannot stay calm in places with enough people in a room that they eat up my 3-feet of personal space.
So i waited...and waited...he (the fixer from the agency) vanished..i transferred seats...and he reappeared...and then i waited..he marched across the room twice (back and forth)..transferred again...and waited...now im in the 1st row where the rest of the fixers are seated...then he tells me i'm gonna get you stay there, he said he's just going somewhere...(i did not dare ask assuminig that I am expecting this to be done in a few)..another fixer asked where he's off to... he said JAN lang....the 4 lines behind me thinned down to just 1 row becuase they got caught by the goverment agency's lunch hour (10:45am)....and i waited for half hour more........and he reappeared and got things done.

Only to find out........................

He had to run back to MAKATI to pick up essential forms for the process.

How and When did "JAN LANG..." become a viable excuse to buy time?

Being my non confrontational self.......... I even thanked him for being sooooooooo diligent!

I AM NEVER GONNA DO THAT AGAIN!!!!