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WHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Friday, 26 January 2007 07:58 pmMY PASSPORT ARRIVED!
I can now go to Canada!
I can now go to Canada!
So. The passport, then.
Yesterday, they confirmed that they'd just signed off my pictures anyway, because of the circumstances.
Today, I received a letter asking for confirmation of the addresses I've lived at in the past three years. From January. I've only worked at SJA since March three years ago. This means I'm going to have to go to my bank and ask them to write me a letter to say I've lived where I have for three years.
Fuck's sake, man.
I was born in this bloody country - what difference does it make where I live now?
And also: why can't they send it all out on the same day, or ask for it beforehand, so we can get it done quicker?!
Yesterday, they confirmed that they'd just signed off my pictures anyway, because of the circumstances.
Today, I received a letter asking for confirmation of the addresses I've lived at in the past three years. From January. I've only worked at SJA since March three years ago. This means I'm going to have to go to my bank and ask them to write me a letter to say I've lived where I have for three years.
Fuck's sake, man.
I was born in this bloody country - what difference does it make where I live now?
And also: why can't they send it all out on the same day, or ask for it beforehand, so we can get it done quicker?!
So, on Friday, the head of my department, Robin, was attacked on his way home from the pub.
Five youths tried to mug him, failed, and instead shattered his arm with an iron bar.
He's been signed off for six weeks. It's lucky he's getting away with that.
The only problem is, Robin signed my passport off. They broke his right arm. He's right handed. The passport office now want a letter saying that, yes, he is the person who signed it and that is definitely me.
But he's a) at home with no headed paper, which they specifically requested; b) can't write anyway.
I called the passport office and the woman I said really didn't know what to do, but agreed that we couldn't wait six weeks to get it sorted.
She passed it on to her supervisor.
Kind of nervous, now. And pissed off on Robin's behalf, because the police are being as much use as an egg-cup of water at a bushfire.
Five youths tried to mug him, failed, and instead shattered his arm with an iron bar.
He's been signed off for six weeks. It's lucky he's getting away with that.
The only problem is, Robin signed my passport off. They broke his right arm. He's right handed. The passport office now want a letter saying that, yes, he is the person who signed it and that is definitely me.
But he's a) at home with no headed paper, which they specifically requested; b) can't write anyway.
I called the passport office and the woman I said really didn't know what to do, but agreed that we couldn't wait six weeks to get it sorted.
She passed it on to her supervisor.
Kind of nervous, now. And pissed off on Robin's behalf, because the police are being as much use as an egg-cup of water at a bushfire.