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excitement and helium balloons

Will the excitement never end? My visa has arrived. With it’s blurry black and white photo, and it’s inexplicable squiggly lines and colours. This means I may well be heading to Washington DC in a week or so (emphasis on the “or so” from past experience).

So I have introduced some kitch little weather pixies down at the bottom of the sidebar. They will show me how much nicer the weather in Melbourne is, while I’m trying not to freeze to death in DC. I will be in DC for about 6 months though, so towards the end of my time there, it’ll probably be the other way around. The only problem with all of this is, that I’m going to have to remember how to work hard again, instead of spending my hours procrastinating on the internet because I don’t really have anything to do anyway.

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the quest for a visa

The adventure opens with our heroine winning her way into the US Consulate in Melbourne, on a sunny Friday morning in early December. She manages to pass the multitude of tests set for her; first the x-raying of possessions, then the passage through the two metal detectors of doom. She listens in awe as she hears of yet another fee she is supposed to have paid, and must pay on Monday. She even manages to sit through an hour and a half of Fox News, and resists the urge to return to the street to feed the meter when the two hour mark is approaching, and she realises the ticket inspectors will be coming. Finally she passes the fingerprint scan, and is free to go.

Monday comes and she arranges payment of the dreaded third fee. She waits.

Then 10 days later, she receives a phone call – all is not well. Apparently the amount required for the second fee was lowered a couple of days after battle at the consulate, and as a result, she must submit another money order for the correct amount, as the one she submitted before can no longer be processed. She is on holiday, but manages to find a post office, and mail off the correct fee.

She waits.

Then it is Friday the 14th of January, and she has grown suspicious, for her visa has still not arrived. She calls the visa information line, and after much waiting, talks to a real person, and is put through to the Melbourne consulate. There she speaks to a man who cannot work out what may have happened to her visa. He tells her to call him back on Tuesday afternoon, and he will attempt to determine the problem.

She waits.

Tuesday afternoon comes, and she attempts to call the consulate. There is much to-ing and fro-ing, as she waits in queues, and then is refused connection, and must queue again. Finally, after half an hour, she reaches the consulate man. He says he could not find her visa application. Her heart lowers. But, he will go and search for it again. She waits for seven minutes, while being charged at $2.75/minute. Finally, joy, the man returns, the application has been found! It was in one drawer, whereas the second money order sent was in another drawer. Hence the application had been sitting there not going anywhere for the last few weeks.

Apparently the visa will be here by the end of this week. The heroine is filled with much doubt, and will believe it when she sees it. Is the quest at an end?

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curses, curses, and more curses

After waiting and waiting for my Visa to turn up, I called the consulate helpline on Friday. I was charged $1.05/minute to listen to their menus, and was finally given the option to talk to a real person, for $2.75/minute. I explained my situation to the real person, and she put me through to the Melbourne consulate. I then re-explained my situation: Had interview over a month ago, have paid all the fees, have even repaid one after the amount needed was lowered a few days AFTER my interview, meaning that the system was unable to process my money order for a higher amount. The man on the other end of the phone confirmed that my Visa hadn’t been processed, but seeing as they seemed to have all of the necessary paperwork, he had no idea why. I’m to call him back tomorrow afternoon. I have this bizarre idea, that maybe, one day, after waiting over a year, I might finally get to America. And then I might finally finish this PhD. Maybe.

Oh, and the other curses. My car has broken down, and is leaking from places it shouldn’t be leaking. Have to get it to the mechanics.

On the plus side, the weekend at the Grampians was good. Got very sore. Not many photos, as we were climbing in a two, so there was no spare person to be the photographer.