We played a small "game" the other day at the office. It's supposed to help break the ice at the beginning of a meeting. It goes like this: You say your name, what do you do for the company, and then you answer the following question: if I was an animal, what animal would I be?
Since this isn't the first time I thought about that question it was easy: I would like to be a big feline. They are focused, determined, they are elegant and I personally think they are so cool... :) ... anyway... I think I would be a tiger, a panther or something like that. Except that I wouldn't be my cat... I love my cat and she fits in the "big" category but she doesn't like my dog... and I love my dog, so that wouldn't work.
But going back to the animal question. It never ocurred to me that on the very same week... I would feel like a squirrel. Tini tiny, not very feroucious, not very elegant and definetely not very scary squirrel.
Everything started the week before, with our formal match proposal not geting from Edmonton to Calgary when it should have been. It normally takes one business day for any courrier package to reach destination, but somehow the admin assistant at Alberta Childrens mistakenly send our baby's match proposal through regular mail. Panther me wanted to attack admin assistant over the phone. But I guess that's not very polite...
Anyway... it took close to a week for the documents to get to Calgary and on Tuesday we were finally able to set up an appointment at our agency and see all of Sebastian's information. May I just add that he's meeting all his "developmental stages"? - I know I sound like a proud mom! ha ha...
Same day we officially signed the match proposal which means that, to the country of Canada - He's ours!!
Squirrel phase happened on Wednesday and it went like this. Since everything was going so well and I hadn't received my criminal record check yet, I decided to try to call the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) to get a status update. I was expecting to find the document anyday on the mail but still I thought I might get to talk to someone there who could tell me if it was already issued. I called, and one of those very annoying machines answered. The recorded message said something like: "our current processing time is in excess of 120 days".
I went blank. What?!!!!! But we're supposed to close our adoption in less than 2 months!! They don't understand!!! I literally freaked out. I called Tavo, I called my mom, who called our lawyer. I called the fingerprint service, I called the RCMP (no answer), I called my friends (moral support)... I went to the fingerprint service... they tried taking my fingerprints again digitally, they couldn't, they said there is nothing else they could do. I pleaded with the fingerprint guy.
- But, but, what do they mean it takes them 3 months to process?
- Sorry ma'm those are their current processing times.
- But you don't understand, they'll give our Sebastian to someone else if we can't close the adoption!!!
- There is nothing else I can do. I can't access your file from here.
- But, but... (blank face).
That was panther me almost crying. I spend all day thinking, who could I call, what can I do?
Some of my friends at the office were even calling around to find out if anybody knew an RCMP officer that might be able to help. Nothing.
And then a coworker send me this video. And I felt like the squirrel. The Mission Imposible Squirrel. Only that the nuts is Sebastian... and I'm supposed to get to him by going around the obstacles.
Turn the volume up and enjoy:
So there you go. That was me... not a panther, just a squirrel.
Tavo picked me up later that day and I was exausted from the stress. We got home and I opened the mailbox to pick up the usual staff: bills. And that's when I found an envelope from the RCMP with my name on it. Believe it or not I had gotten my criminal record check !!! I am not kidding!
And the squirrel gets the nuts!!! (or almost!)
Mental note: Keep believing that everything will be ok and that Sebastian is truly meant to be ours.
Until next post,
Luz M.
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