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So here i am. Sitting by the pool. Drinkin. Drinking champaigne. Straight from the bottle. 3 oclock in the afternoon.Listening to "Kill yourself" by TImberland... Its the best suicide song ever! ...and trying to deal with all the shit that the damn volcano had caused me. I do not wish to fall into the details of all the fucking mess that #¤¤%"¤%#&¤" has caused me.

It all started last night when i checked my flight status for tonight from Dallas to London. It was cancelled. Ok, you would think how hard would it be to reschedule a flight right? Well, it is... especially when you 6 different tickets depending on that flight. Its hard to stop now... im gonna let it all out...

Since last night i was on the phone with American Airlines for an hour and a half, trying to find the next available flight to Europe, which is in a week, on 27th.
This is a great flight by the way!!!
I will leave at 5.25 in the morning, have a layover in Chicago, and get to London at 10.45 at night. There are no flights leaving London that late.. i will have to camp out at the airport for 9 good hours. Do airports have bars???

Got 2 flights down, now i needed to get a hold of SAS to get a refund for my other tickets... Easy right? THink again... SAS has no offices in US, everywhere else I called, Sweden, UK etc, were closed. Gotta work around it. I called Vayama where i purchased the tickets. And that was a pain. The first call, i was the 40th caller, i was on hold for 55 minutes and when i was first on line, the call dropped....... I was turning purple, but called again. This time waited for 80 minutes and when i was 3rd on line, the called dropped again. My brain was overheating, im pretty sure i was running a fever from anger. Called again, waited for 73 minutes until i started hearing mumbling on the other side of the line... I was like excuse me what was that again... and... again, something unidentified was being said. Then i realized... this is an Indian dude on the other side.. His accent was just soooo bad that all i really got to say was, Im sorry would you repeat what you just said? Finally we got past the confirmation number, so he put me on hold for 15 minutes. At the end of the conversation i heard the sentence refund, so i was like, Okay. BYE!

FInally the tickets are okay.. But, this whole mess was far from being over..
another shit was flying at me. Im on a visa Waiver program and i need to leave today because my 90 day period expires today, so i needed to contact the US Embassy in Estonia, and the Estonian Embassy in Washington, and the US. Citizenship and Immigration Office and Estonian Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I emailed them all my sad story. Then i called Washington for more information what i needed to do. They told me to call to New York. Ok, called there, they told me to contact USCIS (US. Citizenship and Immigration Services) ASAP (As soon as possible) and request a satisfactory departure whatever the hell that is. Okay... seems easy again? YEah right... So their website had one number, i called it, the automatic system told me all about the Hurricane in Haiti and other unuseful shit i really didnt look forward to seek. Then when i had been trying to get a hold of an actual person, and i failed twice i decided to drop it and find a local office. I did find the address, but no phone number. SO i called the number information and they transfered me to the Immigration Information of Hell. It took 4 more transfers until i got a hold of with a lady. That lady seriously gave me a deep desire to commit a suicide. She told me that im a shitty person for not leaving on time, and they dont care about the volcanos or the weather and this is the law and they dont give a shit. If i would have known where this lady was located at this moment... i would have gone to meet that Agent of Hell face to face and fill her with all the shit i have been gone through... i swear.. I mean, seriously lady, what do you expect me to say.. "Yes mam, thansk for the information, i will get my Swimsuit RIGHT NOW and start paddling across the ocean. Have a great day!"
Idiot! Well, as it came out she doesnt even work for that office i needed to reach or who needed to resolve this issue... I dont really understand why is this happening to me...

After talking to that lady i was rethinking the whole desire to talk to an actual person. But i had to do what i had to do.. So somehow I got the local office number, i called it, all they said was that if you are calling to this and that and that, you should call the international number. After doing that, i finally reached a person. She told me that i need to schedule an appointment with the Local Office of USCIS because they dont have a phone number and they do not accept walk-ins. Ok, so i went online, tried to schedule appointment. Easy? nahh... It asked me bunch of questions regarding to my problem, and finally told me that i didnt need an appointment, that i needed to find a solution from their webpage... At that point, i was looking for the nearest spade and buckle and a good pieceful spot of dirt where to dig my grave.

FInally i got the appointment by writing down all sorts of false information and lies the system would let me schedule an appointment. Its in Irving at 8.30 am. For some reason i have a feeling this will not go very smoothly. Shit.. i need to start drinking 7 am then.. otherwise i would let them know, in detail, how i really feel about the whole US. CItizenSHIT Services...

So here i am, after getting fucked over for 7 hours straight. With my best bud, a bottle of CHampaigne.

I need another one..

PS! And if i ever get a chance to talk to that damn volcano face to face...
All i can say, he will be dead silent for the next 25 decades.