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Apr. 22nd, 2008 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularAs a preparatory step to getting my residency permit (held up until I get my medical tests done next month), I went to IKA, the Greek Social Security office, to register for a number.
IKA told me that I needed a Certificate of ... something or other. Βεβαίωση Πρόσληψης Εργοδότη, for anyone who reads Greek. Certificate from the employer, anyway.
My office told me that I don't get that certificate until my other papers clear, and to tell IKA that I don't need the insurance just yet, only the number for the records; I went back to IKA and was told, in no uncertain terms, that I don't get the number without the certificate.
"Welcome to Greece," I was told when I returned to the office empty-handed.
"It's not just Greece," I responded. "Back home, we call this a Catch-22."
Blank stares.
IKA told me that I needed a Certificate of ... something or other. Βεβαίωση Πρόσληψης Εργοδότη, for anyone who reads Greek. Certificate from the employer, anyway.
My office told me that I don't get that certificate until my other papers clear, and to tell IKA that I don't need the insurance just yet, only the number for the records; I went back to IKA and was told, in no uncertain terms, that I don't get the number without the certificate.
"Welcome to Greece," I was told when I returned to the office empty-handed.
"It's not just Greece," I responded. "Back home, we call this a Catch-22."
Blank stares.
