Thursday, December 27, 2007

Government Departments in Malaysia, BOLEH my arse!

I got up 1.5 hours later than I planned to and finally got to the National Registration Department in State, PJ to change the address on my identity card. So I was there about half past 11. I was told not to get there too early as you'll have to queue for a long time to get a number.

So it was my turn to get my number and this scruffy looking Malay officer took over the counter from the Indian officer that was serving the others.

"Hi, how are you? I'm here to change my address"
"Why you change address?" (what stupid question?)
"Because I've moved to a new place"
"Oh, you must bring your bill or bank statement to prove"
"I've no bill or statement that is under my name. Can I use my driver's license?"(I couldn't be f*cked coming again on another day)
"No, cannot! Mesti bring bills"
"But I don't have anything with my name, I don't live here, I live in Australia"
"Then why you wanna change address?"
"Because I'm a Malaysian, I've MyKad and I've moved so I'm here to change the address on my IC!"
That freak was in deep thought for about 3 seconds...
"Oh... itu macam. So now you wanna change your address kan? (f*cking, haven't I made myself clear enough?)
"Yes, so can I use my driver's license as prove?
"Yessss... cannnnnn..."
This very helpful officer then gave me a number, #289, just 121 people before me, fantastic!

To cut a long story short, the hungry, thirsty and sleepy me waited for 4 hours before I got to my turn. There were 7 counters for MyKad application but only 3 were open, however, at most times, there were only 1 or 2 counters providing their tortoise-speed service because half of the time they were either chatting with other officers, drinking whatever-shit from their coffee mug while snacking on biscuit, or at most time, went missing. And I wonder why I waited for 4 hours.

I've not much of patience and they were definitely pushing my limit.

So I got to the counter, told myself that they were just doing their job and they probably were trying their best to help us get through this shit as soon as possible. So I smiled and greeted him. But that f*cking idiot was trying to compete with a 100-year-old turtle to see who was slower. Then that very smart officer who gave me my number had so much free time in hand and was not qualified to process application, he came to chat with the one processing my application. By now, the cranky bitch had taken over my body and I cracked it...

"Look, I had waited for 4 hours because you guys have been missing from your desk whenever you feel like. Now you're at work so if you wanna talk, get these done quickly so you can finish up and talk as much as you want!"

I was ready for him to fire back at me but f*cking hell, all they did was looked at me for a second, talk shit for another few seconds before getting back to my application, totally unfazed. What the hell!? They were trying to annoy me further, or they had absolutely no idea what I was going on about. Aaaarrrggghhh... these freaks!!! I just don't understand why they are so slow, even when they walk, holy crap! Has it gotta do with their diet? Lack of certain protein from this particularly important meat?

You peeps better not have to change address or lose your I.D. If you do, best of luck to you! I'll have to go to the immigration department to renew my passport tomorrow, they better not make me scream.

1 comment:

Lucky Lazy Lynn said...

Emily, don't be silly, not your fault! I'm sure it's not gonna make a difference whether I go early or late. They are still gonna make me wait and agitate me with their f*cking attitude.