Yesterday, I almost wished I was a minor so that Mom could come with me inside the DFA. It was my passport application and I'm turning 19 the next day so I had no excuse to be "too young". But it was my first time. I sit amid my countrymen from all walks of life. Then a terrifying thought came over me. I wasn't wearing a collared shirt! Isn't this supposed to be an interview? I glanced at the necks of the people in front of me, then beside me, and for some reason, majority of them were wearing collared shirts! Even the kids! But the website didn't indicate any attire! I'm pretty sure I did my homework the night before. I searched for the exact place, the new location of the processing part of the DFA, listed the exact instructions and even arrived an hour before my appointment. Nothing should go wrong.
All the frantic Murphy's Law-verifying soon dissipated as the lines moved gradually. I spent hours shifting seats but UP life has heightened my threshold for line-impatience that I could manage. When the first window entertained me to verify my documents (two hours after my appointment time), I was surprised that the person behind the window did not interrogate me or anything (after all, it was not an interview, it's just a window, but at least he didn't say "How do I know if you really are Samantha Coronado? Do you have 6 more IDs or your Certificate of Baptism or high school diploma to prove your identity?" Voices in my head, yes). Instead,
Person: *after finishing checking* Ano course mo sa UP?
Me: Sociology po.
Person: *laughs* Naku, hindi ba yun yung mga nagrarally?
Then the line for payment, then the queue number where 300 people will be called before me. Quite detail-oriented, I did a little test computing the average time that people get called. Result: One person in one minute! So would that be 300 minutes before I get called? That's cool. I called Mom so we could have lunch and when I returned (afraid that my number got skipped), there were still 200 to go. But the calling was faster. This time, an average of 4 people per minute, one every 15 seconds! My turn came and the encoding and picture-taking went smoothly. So there was no interview, really? I'm out!
The passport will be delivered in mid-April. My support raising status would be slow but steady. So far, so good, for Hybrid! The God of details is in charge.