Dear Diary, oggi vinco io.
May 15, 2013 § 1 Comment
The perfect word to describe today: bureaucratic.
Last week, I tried to open up an Italian bank account. Which went along the lines of me getting up early, putting on a nice outfit, walking to the bank across the city, figuring out how the time-portal-like-security-scanner-tubes work as an entry way to the office building, and then being told by the teller to “come back next week, around Wednesday, when I have more time”- and bring “i documenti”.
Today, I went back and tried again. First try of the day: failure. I was sent back to the Agenzia delle Entrate, where I talked to more people to put myself into the computer system of Italy. Filled out some paperwork, went home to make more photocopies, went back, waited in a few more lines, stuttered my way around some questions (Italian Professors, you have lied to me; using the conguintivo was not a Free Ticket and did not impress people at all, especially not the scowling ladies behind their office windows), signed random pieces of paper, and walked out of the building with my very own codice fiscale. With my tessera sanitaria on its way in the mail.
Went back to the bank, sat on some more chairs in the waiting room, waved the newly-printed, government-issued piece of paper in front of the director’s face, lied about being in line to get residence granted in Italy, lied some more about my studies, twidled my thumbs as the banker fought with the computer system for a good portion of an hour, shrugged apologetically when the banker’s wife walked in and pointed at her watch in indication that it’s lunchtime and Banker is late (this is still 20 minutes before the afternoon break, mind you), and got a couple new gadgets that I apparently have to activate in front of the computer screen when I sign in to take care of online banking. Then was ushered outside by Banker and Wife, him quickly showing me how to use the bancomat with my brand new, sparkly debit card, and then played around with all of the ATM buttons for a very long time, depositing and withdrawing money back and forth, just because I can, while Banker went to go enjoy gnocchi di pesce with Amore.
After a detour to the post office with a single little letter in hand and waiting as a dozen other people in front of me paid their bills and made long inquiries about current balances and regulations, I think that today’s aperitivo was well-deserved:
Now, it’s time for:
…while the rest of Ancona is partying in the city center with Beppe Grillo and his ensemble of American musicians and international belly dancers.
Tonight, I celebrate in my pj’s.