AIT grumble grumble grumble...

This morning when we arrived at AIT for our visa interview, they had all of our documents ahead of time. We paid $50 to UPS AIT our I-864, DS-230, I-600, and last year's tax returns and W2s. When we arrived they asked me for our documents. I'm like... uh... you have those already. I UPSed them to you. The woman went through our file again and didn't see them. I even had the UPS tracking number and receipt to show them that they received them. I went through my big pink binder as I had backup copies of everything, or so I thought. I didn't make copies of the immigration forms, but I brought the tax records. I guess I didn't make copies because I knew they already had them. The woman left the window for about 10-15 minutes and came back with a supervisor. They could not find our mailing. Well, I had the files saved on my laptop back at the hotel. I left Kevin and Squirmy at AIT while I took a taxi by myself (Yes, by myself! I'm feeling like quite a city girl hailing my first cab. We don't have cabs in the cornfields where I come from.) back to the hotel, e-mailed the documents to AIT, and went to the business center at the hotel to print the documents out. I had a staffer help me save the documents on a USB thumb drive and then she could print them out for me. Well, wouldn't you know it... one of the PDF files wouldn't open on 3 of her computers, but it opened just fine on mine. After 20 minutes of trying to get this to work over and over, we decided to try another computer lab. We went to the one on the first floor and were able to open the file and print no problem. I was so stressed at this point! ACK!!!!!!! Anyway, I now had all of my documents, grabbed a cab back to AIT, went through security, checked my laptop at the door (can't bring it in... I might be a terrorist after all), walked back up to the third floor, and they saw me right away and motioned for us to come over. The supervisor got my e-mail, had printed everything out, had us resign all of our documents, and then we waited for our appointment. All were were asked was what we did for a living (uh, it's in the paperwork, dude) and how our daughter is doing. We had fun unzipping her jacket to show of her white tank top with red sparkling letters that says, "I love the USA." Aw... that got a chuckle out of the guy. He said that this is the best part of our job. AND... we're getting an IR-3, so Miss Hannah will become a US citizen when we land in Detroit. YAY! Anyway... lesson learned. Don't trust government offices. Even if you gave them everything they need, something will get screwed up and you'll need to provide it to them again while standing on one leg, rubbing you belly, and patting your head.