Good morning, world.
What?
It's morning here.
Sorry if you were wondering where I was - the answer is that I was in bed, mostly. A summer cold. As the office anarchist I felt it my duty to try and make it into work to infect as many colleagues as possible, but the little bug-like virus won through in the end and I've been resting for the majority of the last 48 hours.
As many of you who read Krissa's site as well as mine will know, the final piece of documentation that we needed for my visa finally arrived. All that remains now is for the US Embassy in London to arrange an interview for me with a Consular Officer, for one of their doctors to poke and prod me a bit to make sure nothing drops off...and then, Inshallah, I will recieve a visa to enter the United States of America.
Hmm. Best not say 'Inshallah' in the interview.
The big question now, of course is 'How long?'
The answer is vague at best. I could recieve a date for my interview within two weeks. But when that interview will actually be, I don't know. The wait is generally no longer than three weeks. (3...4...5)
Then I have to give a month's notice for my job. (...6...7...8...)
Who knows?
We'll see.
I am in a particularly shiny happy mood this morning as an unexpected contact through work has assured me that I will have no problem getting a job with a couple of companies he works with in New York, and if I slip him my CV by the end of the day he'll take it with him when he goes to the States this weekend, and get it to the right people.
This week has been well timed, really, even down to the intensity of my cold.
If I hadn't taken Tuesday off, I wouldn't have been at home when the police certificate arrived, and I wouldn't have been able to hijack Khalil's computer and send off the final checklist to the US Embassy on the same day.
Had I not returned to work this morning, I would have missed this contact entirely, and as he only passes through these parts every few months, it would have been unlikely that I would have seen him again.
If I could, I would reach inside myself and find the last poor few hopeless virus cells under siege from my body, and pat them all on the head.
Pretty damned hard, of course, because I don't want the little bastards any more, but still.
So when do we see an Uborka styled couple blog?
Let me know when you are in town for the interview, and maybe we can also meet up.
Also for the interview, take as little elctornic stuff with you as possible as the security is a night mare.
Also although I only went for a visa interview, if you ahev all your paper work ready and neat and tidy, and look presentable, they don't seem to bothered. I wore a suit.
Thanks Adrian.
I'll be going for 'smart casual', as I have to have a medical in the morning, and then there's waiting around while the results from that come in.
we decided long ago, in the heat of embrace, that we're already disgustingly cheesy enough, there's no need to make it worse with a couple blog.
Actually I think a couple blog would be sweet.