I survived the two days of insurance beaurocracy. Which means I had my patience put to the test. I waited in line, just like everyone else in The IKA office..No..thats the thing..wait in line is a concept none existing in this country. The first time arriver's follow the rules, they take their number slip and stand waiting with a bended neck, just like everyone else. Since only two chairs are available and theres a bout 30 people waiting. A competition is constantly taking place. Who is older and weaker? Who needs to rest their aching bodies? Angry faces and tensed attitudes.
Once its your turn, the system changes. You are either sent away to fill out forms or transfer your papers to another office in the four story building. Then you are asked to come back. When you do come back. The number rules do not apply to you. Now theres a bi-line created next to the number system.You have kept your turn which means you do not have to wait in line with everyone else. You just have to wait for the once that were sent away and returned before you did. Smart eh? You should think so. Unless your swedish, its your first time at IKA and you have no understanding for this underground turn-taking taking place in front of your eyes.
I wont bore you with more details..You get the point I assume :)...I ended up waiting too many hours anyhow..but with satisfying results. Told Nik about my waiting and his answer was: Why didn't you call me? I know the IKA people and I serve them at the bank all the time. You wouldn't have to wait. I just had to make a phone call.
He obviously underestimated me.I am not stupid. When the waiting almost got to me, when the smell of sweat got too intense and when I thought the luminous lamps placed about an inch over my head would set fire to my hair....I dialed his number ..only to change my mind again the moment later. I know all I have to do is call him and he will fix it for me. I would be served in five minutes. But why would I wanna make things easier for myself??
I think the answer is simple: I think I need to experience the reality of it all like everyone else. I don't wanna slip around on a shrimp sandwich..better learn the hard way. Might need it for later. And I'll save those rescue phone calls for when I get busted by the cops for not wearing a driving my motorbike :)
Anyway..its burial time for the old Honda soon..sad but true..
Once its your turn, the system changes. You are either sent away to fill out forms or transfer your papers to another office in the four story building. Then you are asked to come back. When you do come back. The number rules do not apply to you. Now theres a bi-line created next to the number system.You have kept your turn which means you do not have to wait in line with everyone else. You just have to wait for the once that were sent away and returned before you did. Smart eh? You should think so. Unless your swedish, its your first time at IKA and you have no understanding for this underground turn-taking taking place in front of your eyes.
I wont bore you with more details..You get the point I assume :)...I ended up waiting too many hours anyhow..but with satisfying results. Told Nik about my waiting and his answer was: Why didn't you call me? I know the IKA people and I serve them at the bank all the time. You wouldn't have to wait. I just had to make a phone call.
He obviously underestimated me.I am not stupid. When the waiting almost got to me, when the smell of sweat got too intense and when I thought the luminous lamps placed about an inch over my head would set fire to my hair....I dialed his number ..only to change my mind again the moment later. I know all I have to do is call him and he will fix it for me. I would be served in five minutes. But why would I wanna make things easier for myself??
I think the answer is simple: I think I need to experience the reality of it all like everyone else. I don't wanna slip around on a shrimp sandwich..better learn the hard way. Might need it for later. And I'll save those rescue phone calls for when I get busted by the cops for not wearing a driving my motorbike :)
Anyway..its burial time for the old Honda soon..sad but true..
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