visa
But really. I finally managed to get all my shit together and mail in my fiancee visa application on Monday, risking life and limb - and $550! - during post blizzard chaos. Time is of the essence, however, with my leaving/wedding dates less than a month away now (THANK FUCK). Although the British consulate web site promised a decision within 10 days, we all know how much I trust such things, given my previous bad encounters with immigration. So yeah. Risked life and limb to get it out PRONTO. All 50 pages or so. It was ridiculous, the amount of supporting documentation required, including photo bills. Phone bills!
I've been biting my nails ever since. TEN DAYS! Can I wait that long? It may sound ridiculous, but once again, I remind you of my previous luck. I'm fully expecting to be hauled in and questioned. And charged another $550 for the priviledge.
WELL. I be damned! I got an email today saying the visa has been APPROVED! Considering they received the application Tuesday at 3pm, that is damn timely and impressive! It took them all of a day to process! I bet it was my super organisational skills that clinched it. Not only did I drown em in paperwork, I provided them with a numbered list of enclosures! Muahahaha.
The weird foreign lady at FedEx said she had a good feeling about it. I should have listened. Let's see, what else did she say? Something about God. Blah.
In other news, apparently I'm a good size for having babies, according to my weird Laotian friend. Hmmm. Avoiding alone time with him from now on.
The blizzard was fun. Only a wee bit disappointing. I am not easily pleased, apparently. Sure, we got more than two feet of snow, but with the gale force winds, it was blown in weird ways, so some places had nearly a dusting while others had eight-foot drifts. And that's in the same parking lot. Sue to the below zero temperatures, it was no fun being out in it. I was so looking forward to walking down quiet abandoned snowy streets as if in a post nuclear world or something. But we got about as far as the corner before running back with snot icicles falling from our scarves.
Two nights off work was a real novelty, however. I was spoiled by laziness. Now I'm making up for it by going in for a long 10-day stretch. Whatever.. it'll be my last 10 days there ever! At least that's what I remind myself every night as a way to steel myself for the hours ahead. Egads it's awful. Only seven days left now... seven... mmmmmm.
Believe it or not, some crazies made it into work during the blizzard. Only one actually came in on the first day, and was sent home a few hours later. Boy, was she pissed. Several others came in the following day, despite the declared state of emergency. They're just nuts. Nuts!
Oh, I'm buzzing from this visa news. My mother gave me a high five when I told her, which was very nice of her, considering she hates the idea of me doing this. Maybe now I'll actually email my friends and let them know I'm here and try to arrange to see them during my last few weeks. Ah, the leisure! It'll be great!
If only I could find a job... did I mention the interview offer? I actually applied for two jobs in Glasgow, thinking it would take weeks for the process to come to anything anyway, and by then I'd be almost there. Well, I got a reply from one of them almost instaneously! Asking to meet me on Monday for an interview! Er... oops. I phoned the guy and explained the situation, and unfortunately he wasn't very keen to try to arrange a phone interview and all that. Bugger. Figures, eh? But I prefer to see it as a good sign. At least they're biting, right? Right!
Look at me, being all positive for a change! Mmmm... yeah. I want a cookie.
