One thing that alarms me is the idea of identity theft. Been there, had that done to me, never got a d*mn t-shirt.
I find it more alarming when it involves my kids.
That's why I was nasty today. Very politely.
Ya see....we have to get official papers translated to get through the red splattered streams of bureaucracy we are being bombarded by. For a translation one must, of course, hand over papers like birth certificates and marriage certificates to complete strangers who are not government employees.
Granted, these were copies, but nonetheless....
When, after four weeks, sending it twice, phoning once and e-mailing twice more, I still hadn't gotten any sort of response, let alone a quote, I began to wonder if they were running a counterfeit passport gig, a translation office, eh...great front, no? And you know it seems to me that a Canadian passport would be a valuable kind of document, and between the birth certificates and the marriage certificates it seemed quite enough info to cook something up.
I got ticked.
I have been kind of riding side saddle on rage today, all ready to hop off and rope someone....
This company got roped.
I was very nice. Aren't I always?
Such hypocrisy we must display sometimes as adults.
Anyway, I was very nice, and in a very nice tone of voice, when they suggested I send the info again, I informed them that I had no confidence in their company and if I did not receive a response by phone or e-mail within 24 hours, I would be phoning both my consulate and the police, accusing them of soliciting information for fraudulent purposes.
Remember, the police here were trained by Franco.
I still have to find a different company and start all over again. Such a drag.