The unpleasantness of going to the immigration office today, dealing with a staff that cannot speak English — I think it’s silly to demand that in coffeeshops and restaurants but good grief, a basically monolingual staff in an immigration office? — and of course the long wait, sitting beside people who seem to think nothing of playing video games on their phones at full blast, regardless of whether the repeated bleeping noise might, you know, annoy others or not. Along with discovering that my phone, miraculously fixed, is probably unmiraculously note quite fixed at all (it shuts itself off, still, …