...i wished for an eric northman to solve at least partially some of my problems (i know. libra female thing. we love to be rescued some times) and i got it. ok, it's not tall, blonde or vampire. it's not even male. but, damn, who cares about viking vampire (who, by the way, can't face bureaucracy in the morning because he would fry) when you have a feisty aries best friend to rescue you?
so we went to that-place-where-they-eat-your-soul with a stack of papers AGAIN and i nearly had a heart attack because something was wrong AGAIN (look. don't ask. my theory is that people there don't want anyone to collect unemployment and they have fun making you run around in circles) but there she was! my angel! we went out, smoked a cigarette and made a plan. then she made some phone calls and boldly entered the building and owned them all and nobody saw any more mistakes and we were done in about 1 hour.
now, excuse me while i fawn over my champion. thank you, universe.