While we've been here we have been very fortunate to have the school carry out all our official business for us like visa's, licences etc. It has saved us heaps of time, and now I realise saved us from frustration too!! We hear from others who have had problems with Ethiopian beauracracy that it can be a headache doing anything in this country and from a small encounter I had 2 days ago I now believe them!
As most of you know Shane had a kidney stone, and had to go to hospital overnight. When we left we asked if there was anything we needed to do, and they assured us no...just go home! So we were surprised when the next day we had a phone call...and the day after that, and the day after that...that we still owed 500Birr and could we come pay it.
Shane was busy, so being a dutiful wife I agreed to do it for him, and the following took place.
ME: greetings in Amharic to cashier lady as needed- to set a friendly tone to the whole proceedings!
CASHIER: greetings back to me, and smiling face, with some English (always a good sign, that we just may be able to understand one another!!)
M: I need to pay a bill for Shane Rubie
C: you are Shane Rubie?
M: no he is my husband
C He is in hospital?
M: No, he is at home now, but was in hospital 5 days ago
C: Why is your bill not paid?
M: We didn't know we owed anything.
C: When were you in hospital?
M: No it was my husband Shane Rubie. 5 days ago.
C: HE is still in hospital?
M No he is at home now.
C: Why you not pay your bill?
This sort of conversatin goes on for another 10 minutes while the man behind me try's to help and translate the situation, and we gather a crowd of 6 or so people listening in!!
Finally I think we are proceeding when suddenly she says
C: Where is your pink slip?
M: What pink slip?
C: You cannot come into the hospital without a pinkcard.
M: I signed a pink card but the doctor must still have it.
C: NO - (she is definitely not smiling now!) you cannot go home without pink card
M: Sorry but there must have been a mistake, because we did not get a pink card when we left.
Next i have to take her to the exact bed Shane was in on level 1, to look for a pink card (like 5 days later it would still be in the room???!!!)Thankfully a nurse who saw Shane recognised me, and found his file..but alas no pink card in it. So we trudge back to ground level to the cashier window again.
C: How did you pay when your husband arrived?
M: I gave the nurse 1000 BIrr in cash (like there is any other way to pay in this country??!!)
C: Yes here is the copy receipt but where is your original white receipt for this?
M: I don't know. I don't have it.
C: Why don't you know. When you come here they give you receipt. (just like the pink card!)
M: Sorry it was 2am when we came here. I don't know what happened to the receipt.
C: No receipt I can't do your file and finish this.
M: But you have the copy there. You can see I paid. (she has the yellow duplicate stapled to the file on the front page!!)
C: I have to have original receipt. I cannot finish this with no receipt.
M: Do you want my money or not? I have it here.
C: yes you have to pay when you have the white receipt.
M: (AAAARRGGHHH) I don't know if I have the receipt. I have this money, and I can pay you now, otherwise I will go.
C: No, give me the money and I will fix it for you. (suddenly worried she will see the money walk out the door!)
Now I have to wait in the room for about an hour while people come and go, paying their money and handing in pink cards and white receipts......while I have no idea what she's doing fluffing around, talking on the phone, looking at the computer, talking to others. Finally a senior looking lady comes from upstairs and calls me over
Lady: Do you have a pink card?
M: No, I told the cashier we were never given one.
L; Everyone gets a pink card when they come in, and when they leave.
M: Well not us. I signed a pink form, but no-one gave me a card
L; Maybe you have lost it.
M: (going slightly crazy now) Maybe the Dr still has it?
L: Maybe......where is your original receipt?
M: Now I have to explain over and over again the whole process etc and that they have taken my 500 Birr and can I go?
L: No we have to wait for a new receipt
More waiting and waiting and finally
L: I have printed out your receipt but will keep it until you bring me the white original receipt so we can finish your file. Please bring it tomorrow to this office.
M: Can I mail it to you?
L: NO it will get lost. You bring it to me and I will give you full receipt and details for everything.
M: Ok, thankyou....have a nice day, more kind goodbyes etc etc to keep goodwill, just in case I find the white docket, and have to come back to get my detailed receipt that they are holding ransom!!
Needless to say on arriving home and searching my bag that I took to hospital I found the white receipt and took it in 3 days later (I refused to go back next day, because I needed to calm down first) Thankfully they gave me the detailed receipt which we can now claim on health insurance.....if I didn't need it I would never have gone back!!
The second visit took only half an hour and involved only 2 people and lots of smiling and goodwill because I had returned!!
HOWEVER FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING, I NEVER FOUND A PINK CARD, AND NEVER WILL, BECAUSE WE WERE NOT GIVEN ONE.
So there you have Ethiopian processes and protocol in a nutshell. For a laid back culture, they sure are pedantic about following procedure.
Til next time
Naomi
As most of you know Shane had a kidney stone, and had to go to hospital overnight. When we left we asked if there was anything we needed to do, and they assured us no...just go home! So we were surprised when the next day we had a phone call...and the day after that, and the day after that...that we still owed 500Birr and could we come pay it.
Shane was busy, so being a dutiful wife I agreed to do it for him, and the following took place.
ME: greetings in Amharic to cashier lady as needed- to set a friendly tone to the whole proceedings!
CASHIER: greetings back to me, and smiling face, with some English (always a good sign, that we just may be able to understand one another!!)
M: I need to pay a bill for Shane Rubie
C: you are Shane Rubie?
M: no he is my husband
C He is in hospital?
M: No, he is at home now, but was in hospital 5 days ago
C: Why is your bill not paid?
M: We didn't know we owed anything.
C: When were you in hospital?
M: No it was my husband Shane Rubie. 5 days ago.
C: HE is still in hospital?
M No he is at home now.
C: Why you not pay your bill?
This sort of conversatin goes on for another 10 minutes while the man behind me try's to help and translate the situation, and we gather a crowd of 6 or so people listening in!!
Finally I think we are proceeding when suddenly she says
C: Where is your pink slip?
M: What pink slip?
C: You cannot come into the hospital without a pinkcard.
M: I signed a pink card but the doctor must still have it.
C: NO - (she is definitely not smiling now!) you cannot go home without pink card
M: Sorry but there must have been a mistake, because we did not get a pink card when we left.
Next i have to take her to the exact bed Shane was in on level 1, to look for a pink card (like 5 days later it would still be in the room???!!!)Thankfully a nurse who saw Shane recognised me, and found his file..but alas no pink card in it. So we trudge back to ground level to the cashier window again.
C: How did you pay when your husband arrived?
M: I gave the nurse 1000 BIrr in cash (like there is any other way to pay in this country??!!)
C: Yes here is the copy receipt but where is your original white receipt for this?
M: I don't know. I don't have it.
C: Why don't you know. When you come here they give you receipt. (just like the pink card!)
M: Sorry it was 2am when we came here. I don't know what happened to the receipt.
C: No receipt I can't do your file and finish this.
M: But you have the copy there. You can see I paid. (she has the yellow duplicate stapled to the file on the front page!!)
C: I have to have original receipt. I cannot finish this with no receipt.
M: Do you want my money or not? I have it here.
C: yes you have to pay when you have the white receipt.
M: (AAAARRGGHHH) I don't know if I have the receipt. I have this money, and I can pay you now, otherwise I will go.
C: No, give me the money and I will fix it for you. (suddenly worried she will see the money walk out the door!)
Now I have to wait in the room for about an hour while people come and go, paying their money and handing in pink cards and white receipts......while I have no idea what she's doing fluffing around, talking on the phone, looking at the computer, talking to others. Finally a senior looking lady comes from upstairs and calls me over
Lady: Do you have a pink card?
M: No, I told the cashier we were never given one.
L; Everyone gets a pink card when they come in, and when they leave.
M: Well not us. I signed a pink form, but no-one gave me a card
L; Maybe you have lost it.
M: (going slightly crazy now) Maybe the Dr still has it?
L: Maybe......where is your original receipt?
M: Now I have to explain over and over again the whole process etc and that they have taken my 500 Birr and can I go?
L: No we have to wait for a new receipt
More waiting and waiting and finally
L: I have printed out your receipt but will keep it until you bring me the white original receipt so we can finish your file. Please bring it tomorrow to this office.
M: Can I mail it to you?
L: NO it will get lost. You bring it to me and I will give you full receipt and details for everything.
M: Ok, thankyou....have a nice day, more kind goodbyes etc etc to keep goodwill, just in case I find the white docket, and have to come back to get my detailed receipt that they are holding ransom!!
Needless to say on arriving home and searching my bag that I took to hospital I found the white receipt and took it in 3 days later (I refused to go back next day, because I needed to calm down first) Thankfully they gave me the detailed receipt which we can now claim on health insurance.....if I didn't need it I would never have gone back!!
The second visit took only half an hour and involved only 2 people and lots of smiling and goodwill because I had returned!!
HOWEVER FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING, I NEVER FOUND A PINK CARD, AND NEVER WILL, BECAUSE WE WERE NOT GIVEN ONE.
So there you have Ethiopian processes and protocol in a nutshell. For a laid back culture, they sure are pedantic about following procedure.
Til next time
Naomi