When things go wrong...

I feel like I lost my two best friends, I should have known better, you never mix your whites with colours. Two of my favouritest t-shirts are now an ugly shade of yellow. You know those clothes, which no matter how you felt before, but once you wore them u were all happy and thought "I'm bloody gorgeous" (so what if no one else agreed)...well I no longer have these happy clothes. This makes me sad. I have yet to find the offending source of yellow, but rest assured when I do I will destroy it so it can no longer cause pain and suffering...sniff
My Washing machine malfunction wasnt the worst part of the day, for the better part of the morning I was at the Passport office trying to fix a mistake with my name in my passport.
The first guy I enquired with, convinced me that it would be easily taken care off, that I was silly to panic , that it would be corrected in 2 mins just round the corner.
Of course I didnt believe a bleeding word he said, which is good, because when I went to the counter he directed me to, the lady looked at me, looked at my passport and told me, " Nothing can be done " and then proceeded to ignore me and speak to the man trying to shove his way in front of me. Not willing to be brushed off so easily, I asked her again, she told me that since my passport wasnt issued in India, no correction/ammendment could be made, that I should go to the indian embassy in the country where it was issued and do things there. What? was she serious, its a bloody Indian passport, I'm Indian and I have to go to another country to get things done.?..murderous thoughts started to develop, I contemplated whether she was on drugs and so obviously had no idea what she was saying.
After my repeated attempts at trying to get a useful answer from her and her increasingly irritated "no madam, hum kucch nahi kar sakte" replies, she finally told me to go see the superintendent, who proceeded to give me the same set of answers. After a lot of haranguing, during which he kept acting as if I was trying to get him to do something illegal ,...he finally (perhaps seeing my defeated face) says softly, "Well, I suppose you can get a booklet with the ammendment"....what???? a booklet? I have argued with these idiots for around 2 hrs and nobody has mentioned the option of getting a fucking booklet. Why not tell me about this magical booklet when I asked first? Whats the big secret?
So anyway, to cut a long agonizing story short I'll be getting a fancy booklet added to my passport...I doubt this is the end of my Passport woes, but next time I'm just hitching a ride with Superman, who needs a passport anyway...