Tuesday, 4 October 2011

IMMIGRANTS! P.s. That's Russell peters reference. I'm not bashing immigrants

So to legit work in the US and not be an illegal alien, I had to apply for a work visa. I'll treat this as an educational moment if by any chance anyone who reads my blog ever has to go through such a process.

Step 1: fill out some ridiculous survey that asks me such questions as "were you ever a perpetrator on a genocide?" and "are you a member of a terrorist organization on the United States black list?" obviously my answer was no to both of these. But in all honesty, are people engage in those sorts of activities that stupid or honest? I thought it was odd.

Step 2: thankfully I was given an immigration coordinator that helped me talk to my immigration lawyer. However apparently it was ok to leave sending my visa documents until the last possible moment to add to the tension of the situation. Aka they were mailed Tuesday from the US to Newfoundland. Since they didn't require a signature they wound up stuffed in our neighbour's front door since for some reason they insist on having a number 8 on their house as well :l.

Step 3: docs in hand along with your ORIGINAL degree (a bit much imo) you hold your breath as you step up to the customs desk and say you're going to the US to work and want a TN visa. I entered the immigration area with one hour before my flight and six people in front of me. Those six people took about an hour and fifteen minutes to be served. They were killing themselves to work that fast. NOT. Then I got asked "why do you want to come here and take our jobs?" how do you even answer a question like that?! At customs, where any sort of emotion is seen as suspicious. And I was at immigration so I assume it's exponentially worse if you laugh at a question there. Anyway I got let through eventually only to find my flight had been delayed an hour so I had twenty minutes to board (p.s. 1.5 hours between flights is nooooot enough regardless what anyone says)

Step 4: legally enter the US for le job. P.s. Now you have to enter Canada as a visitor. That's kind of sad.