I lost my passport.
You’ll remember it wasn’t too long ago that I was in the states. Well somewhere between May 29th and July 3rd, my passport disappeared. There are two distinct sides to this passport ordeal, “I gave it to you,” and, “You said you would keep it somewhere safe.” Sadly, at the conclusion of 24 hours, neither side is any closer to proving their point.
Which meant I spent the better part of today, having a mild panic attack in the Canadian passport office. Well, that’s not true. I spread my panicky feelings all over Edmonton. Sean’s house. My house. The police station (yeah, you read that right). And then, the passport office.
I wasn’t thrilled at having to fork over $170 to get an expedited passport, but I didn’t have much of a choice. You see, in just a few short days, Kick Point is making the trek to Seattle for MozCon. We leave on Sunday night, which means in government working terms, I would have less than 72 hours to replace my passport should it not turn up. Deciding I didn’t want to risk not going (MozCon is the industry conference), I made my way into the office and printed all the things.
Naturally, I messed up the first application and had to print a second. I forgot my last name (true story!). And I completely overlooked the fact that my guarantor would have to sign the passport photos that I planned to take on the way to the passport office. And that’s not all! I totally thought the commemorative citizenship document I received when I swore my oath to Canada would suffice. Imagine my absolute surprise when the pre-check lady rolled her eyes at me and said, “So, you’re missing a lot of things.”
The biggest hurdle would be the citizenship card. You see, I became a Canadian citizen shortly after having Attia. I don’t remember anything about what documents I received on that day. The only vivid recollection I have is the food poisoning I got at the Ricky’s Grill at City Centre Mall. That wave of nostalgia, was followed swiftly by nausea.
“Honey, if you can’t find your citizenship card – there’s no way you’re taking this trip.”
Cue multiple panicked phone calls and text messages to Sean. Let’s talk about how easy that was another day, shall we? Thirty minutes later, a frustrated man met an extremely thankful woman, carrying the coveted citizenship card.
I raced back down to the passport office. Showed my expedited service number. Waited about 20 minutes. Endured a short lecture about how I was, “kind of leaving this to the last minute, and shouldn’t I have known about this sooner?” Forked over $170. When I finally got my receipt that indicated I would have my passport before the end of Friday, I felt like collapsing in a relieved heap on the passport office floor. But they kind of frown on shit like that.
Instead, I did what I often do:
That OJ, what a gem.
And if by some unfortunate circumstances you lost your Canadian passport, here’s what you need to know to get a new one.