I’m finally beginning to realise that if not for government red tape and exasperating delays, there would be no happiness in this country for the Taiwanese who seem to live for the above.
It has been two months since I began my the application process for my ARC. I won’t even get into all of the things I had to do to finally get approved, there just isn’t enough bandwidth on this forum. But I will say this, today I was a happy guy.
I was happy today because today was the day! After two months and endless delays, today was the day that I would finally get my ARC and that little victory would make me a happy guy. Going into the weekend, I was a happy camper. I could actually look at the fruits of my labor and hold it in my hand.
Because, the date stamped on my receipt said ‘Pickup on Jan. 3’. I took this to mean that my ARC would be ready to pick up on Jan. 3. It doesn’t matter that it has been long overdue, I thought to myself. Because today is the day that I would get my ARC and I can forget about the past.
They quickly dismissed this happy notion with a wave of their hand and said come back next week.
This can’t be true, I thought to myself. No…you must not understand, I said. Today is the day I pick up my ARC…it says so right here on my receipt.
No, next week, they said. There is a problem at the factory.
I should add that there was no surprise on their faces. This is really quite normal apparently, to tell someone to pick up his/her ARC on the date stamped on the receipt, and then tell him/her to come back next week becuse there is a problem at the factory. Of course.
Now, this all might seem a bit petty to you Forumosans. What’s the big deal? So what? You’ll mutter to yourself. What’s an extra week when it’s already been two months?
Well, they could give me my ARC next month now for all I care. Because today was the day that I was psyched up for. The process is finally over. It’s Friday. And it’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m finally getting my ARC. But no.
I had one little victory in this assinine, idiotic, mind-numbing, ignorant, unexplainable “system” that Taiwanese laughingly call the application process. This was the day it would finally be over. And now they have somehow taken that small victory away from me.
For all I care they can keep it. I don’t want it now. I simply cannot go back to the immigration police without an Uzi full of bullets to systematically mow them all down and burn down their new building on my way out the door.