Our lovely consulate!

so we went to the Pakistan Consulate on Tuesday. as we are planning to travel before christmas we needed to get our documents in order. everything else was fine, the only thing we needed were ID cards. i had my card but they had missplet dad's last name so i had to get it corrected and km (karachi mutant) needed to get his made. we reach the consulate, its 8:30, and this is my first visit ever and im expecting something official looking if not impressive, i look up and its a complete and total dump, the metal detector is wedged in a corner, and a wooden board propped below it acts like a ramp, there are stacks of paper, visible in the windows above, we enter a gali (really minscule lane) and enter using the door at its end, i see the smallest waiting room ever, which was thankfully empty, with a small window in the centre. so we go poke our heads inside and tell them we have come for id cards. this out, the guy goes Dhs. 60, so km gives him his 60, moves aside and i tell the guy i need to get mine reprinted, and without asking whts wrong or anything, he goes again Dhs 60. i'm like wht is wrong with his guy, its not like im going to run away with the money and even if i do, he hasnt done shit yet. and why the hell should i pay the same as a new id for getting a mistake they made, corrected. anyhow we pay, he gives us these tickets and tells us to come inside. we enter, lo and behold the dingiest office yet. it is as big as a regular classroom and is where all the processing for the cards is done.
we are told to sit as soon as we enter, even though there is no one there. then they call out my number, i go sit at the terminal and this lady in hitler style goes, whts wrong? by this time i was already being regarded as an alien with green skin and antennae and all. why u ask; coz i was in a suit! it wasnt intentional, believe it or not, it is my college uniform. a dark blue suit and a white shirt. and i dont wear a scarf, so i stuck out as a sore thumb in a room full of abaya clad women.
any way i go through the motions, the form is nearly done when this bitch starts screaming my name, im sitting 2 inches away from her and am the only grl in the room, (actually the only person other than km) she can see me and knows im getting the form done but continues shrieking my name until she is told by the hitler lady to wait. i have the stupid picture taken, and then go to the desk where the guy is collecting the signatures to complete the form. i sign, km comes and signs and picks up his pen and starts to leave. the guy goes, wait thts my pen and asks me to attest to the fact tht it was on his desk before km got there. now this is a dollar stick pen, worth a dirham and this guy is acting like its worth a fucking million!! im like fine, keep it and i tell km its worth a dh, even if it is yours let him have it, we'll get another one. at this if the dude had some self-esteem he would asked km to take the pen... but noooo!!
so seriously pissed off, i exit and go to the hand in window and give him the form. and we finally get out of our political asylum/dump (please allah, dont let there be a day, when we might have to go there for asylum, pretty please!!!)
they seriously need to do something to improve the structure and give the nazi staff some lessons in humanity, and teach them to smile and say their pleases and thank u. just coz we are pakistani, doesnt give u the right to treat us like bloody animals. and lets not forget u are paki too!! not staff personally selected by hitler himself.
i hope i never have to go there again, coz i just might lose it! and if i do, it will not be a pretty sight!!