I just spent an entire day dealing with Russian bureaucracy and I am ready to complain about it to anyone who'll listen

This was not the plan; it was not my intention to do another post so soon. The plan was to keep it cool. Casual. Play hard-to-get. But having spent the entire day being told to come back later, and I realised that I'm the clingy type, and you're all going to have to deal with it. Or just ignore me. You could do that too. 

This is your captain speaking. Prepare for ranting.

• WHY DO THEY TELL ME TO COME BACK IN TWO HOURS IF THEY'RE NOT GOING TO BE THERE THEMSELVES IN TWO HOURS???. If they would rather I return in three hours, that's okay. I can fit another episode of Suits into that extra hour and that way, everyone's a winner. If, however, I return in two hours to find nobody waiting me, then wait for ten minutes to be told to come back in half an hour, nobody is a winner. NOBODY.
• My room is 15 minutes away. Being told to come back in 30 minutes is Not. Helpful. 
• Okay, it's cool. I'll buy Russian Glamour and sit around in the faculty for 30 minutes, improving my Russian vocabulary and knowledge of Autumn/Winter fashion trends this year. Win-win.
• Helloooooo. It's me again. 
• Oh. You're not here. Again.
• It's fine, it's fine, I can sit in the corner and read my magazine while your co-worker calls various other people to find out where you've got to.
• I'm sorry, what? You're seriously telling me that she wants me to meet me back in the main building, where I live, instead of here, in her office, where I have probably waited for a total of an hour today? 
• Yes, you are. Right. Off I go! That's me! Toodle-oo! Bye!
• Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to Komnata Piat I go!*
• Hello, yes, here I am. No, no, I wasn't busy today, not at all. In fact, I had actually planned to spend my entire day trying to find you. 
• Okay, I have the document. Can't be much left to do now!
• No. No I cannot pay today, because your university, for NO DISCERNIBLE REASON, HAS DECIDED THAT I CANNOT PAY FOR MY ACCOMMODATION BY CARD AND MUST INSTEAD PRESENT CASH. 
• Oh, and EVERY CASH MACHINE IN YOUR COUNTRY HATES ME AND HAS NOW BLOCKED ME FROM WITHDRAWING MONEY HERE.
• Yes, I can pay in a week when my mother gets here. You can delay the payment for me? Oh that's very kind, very kind.
• Wow, okay. You hate your co-worker. Her desk is literally a metre away from yours, I don't think you need to shout at her.
• No. Please. Not Room 9. Don't send me back there. I'll do anything. Please. Not the woman who always wears a leather maxi skirt and never smiles. Please.
• Deep breaths, you can do this. 
• Okay, so I go to Room 16 now. That's fine.
• Okay, back to Room 9.
• Why can't they just...do this by computer? 
• Okay. Back tomorrow at the same time. Great. Yippee. Woop-de-doop.

Seriously, though. I don't understand how there exists an entire department of people whose job appears to be to simply sit behind desks and tell students to take a certain form to a different room. I really think bureaucracy is the most incomprehensible, frustrating and tiring thing about being a foreign student at a Russian university. Having spent my entire day doing nothing but chasing after forms, I'm exhausted. I'm not even feeling guilty about my plans for this evening, which are largely comprised of Cuppa Soup and Netflix. Who said a YA in Russia isn't glamourous?

*Komnata Piat = Room Five. It is, however, such a dreaded place that it must be given its Russian title, the mere mention of which strikes fear into the hearts of any international student of MSU. It's basically Voldemort.