Paper trails into the past...
Writing, writing, writing. Pages and pages of boxes to tick, lines to fill, and fretful details to dredge up from the depths of my squalid memory.
I am, of course, speaking about applying for Canadian citizenship, or sponsorship, rather. The tedium of this painful process causes me to shake many a fist at, what I see as, the utter and inhumane dominance of bureaucracy.
Some very specific details, these being the most insidious details of all, require a multi-pronged approach of date checking pictures and Livejournal. These specific details are no "What's your mother's maiden name?" but rather "Who was the first person to touch your brand-new Social Identification Number card when the envelope was freshly opened?" kind of special detail. Ok, I'm being a tad fescitious and not a little bit extravogent in my claims.
Damn you, bureaucracy, damn you and all your hell-spawn paper-work torture!
So I began on my adventure, data-mining my own LJ for specific details about when exactly (to the day) I worked such and such job, going 5 years back.
But, interestingly and counter-intuitively enough, it was the grotesque monstrosity of bureaucracy that caused me to see my activities, thoughts, preoccupations and world from 5 years before present. All the memories flew back at me, attached to primal feelings of nostalgia and former possibilities since chosen against by the fate I've laid out.
Damn I worked hard in university, that ish still makes me proud. And here I am again, researching away, this time on my own life, so that I can start another new life. From reading, it seems like I've had many lives!
Update on the paper-work:
Almost finished! Our efforts were not for..not. Maybe I'm jumping the gun a little bit, we still need to wait 6 months to a year (wow) for the results. I'm assuming all will go smoothly after we send in our "documentation" as they call it.
A few photocopies, the mailing of a police-check and the mailing of our entire immigration/sponsor/sponsorship package is what's left.
We'll be waiting in Australia for the fateful day when Vicki is granted permanent residence. It will soon be time to begin looking for jobs and a place to stay. We leave in the beginning of September.
My hours have been cut to about 1/10th of what they were before. This bodes ill for money, but well for exercise and meditation.
Since breaking my leg in that scooter accident, I've (understandably, perhaps) been sitting about, not moving all that much. Jogs everyday this week. Muscle fatigue: it feels great. Think I'll go for another tonight.
I am, of course, speaking about applying for Canadian citizenship, or sponsorship, rather. The tedium of this painful process causes me to shake many a fist at, what I see as, the utter and inhumane dominance of bureaucracy.
Some very specific details, these being the most insidious details of all, require a multi-pronged approach of date checking pictures and Livejournal. These specific details are no "What's your mother's maiden name?" but rather "Who was the first person to touch your brand-new Social Identification Number card when the envelope was freshly opened?" kind of special detail. Ok, I'm being a tad fescitious and not a little bit extravogent in my claims.
Damn you, bureaucracy, damn you and all your hell-spawn paper-work torture!
So I began on my adventure, data-mining my own LJ for specific details about when exactly (to the day) I worked such and such job, going 5 years back.
But, interestingly and counter-intuitively enough, it was the grotesque monstrosity of bureaucracy that caused me to see my activities, thoughts, preoccupations and world from 5 years before present. All the memories flew back at me, attached to primal feelings of nostalgia and former possibilities since chosen against by the fate I've laid out.
Damn I worked hard in university, that ish still makes me proud. And here I am again, researching away, this time on my own life, so that I can start another new life. From reading, it seems like I've had many lives!
Update on the paper-work:
Almost finished! Our efforts were not for..not. Maybe I'm jumping the gun a little bit, we still need to wait 6 months to a year (wow) for the results. I'm assuming all will go smoothly after we send in our "documentation" as they call it.
A few photocopies, the mailing of a police-check and the mailing of our entire immigration/sponsor/sponsorship package is what's left.
We'll be waiting in Australia for the fateful day when Vicki is granted permanent residence. It will soon be time to begin looking for jobs and a place to stay. We leave in the beginning of September.
My hours have been cut to about 1/10th of what they were before. This bodes ill for money, but well for exercise and meditation.
Since breaking my leg in that scooter accident, I've (understandably, perhaps) been sitting about, not moving all that much. Jogs everyday this week. Muscle fatigue: it feels great. Think I'll go for another tonight.