Changing Places
Well, this has certainly been an unexpected week.
No matter how good your holiday, if you have to go through US immigration on the way back, prepare to have it all ruined. I believe the border officials exact words were, "Go home, you've been here too long. We don't like you. Get out, stinkypants."
Which was a bit unfriendly, I thought.
So anyway, the short version is that she gave me 30 days to get the hell out of her country and shut the door behind me. I spent the next few days trying to rearrange my flights and try see if there were any options available. A short descent into insomniac depression followed, stunned into inaction by the apparent futility of all my efforts at making something worthwhile happen.
Fortunately, the family dragged me back out of that and convinced me to have a look at the UK on the way back. Which I now think is a splendid idea. And Tony Scott was very positive about me working for Xact, anyway, just an issue of working out the visa.
That was the next surprise. As it turns out, there are no work visae for the rest of the year - there is a numerical limit, and the 2005 stock all got tapped out on the opening day. The next ones will only be available in October this year, and I'm not sure if Tony will be happy to wait that long. Anyway, I'm meeting him again next month to talk details, so we'll see...
But in the meantime, it's off to the UK for me. Have a quick look around, see what the options are, have a look into going over on a working holiday gig. Then head back to Cape Town, stay for Piet's wedding, plan the next move...
Die Welt ist meine Auster, ja?
No matter how good your holiday, if you have to go through US immigration on the way back, prepare to have it all ruined. I believe the border officials exact words were, "Go home, you've been here too long. We don't like you. Get out, stinkypants."
Which was a bit unfriendly, I thought.
So anyway, the short version is that she gave me 30 days to get the hell out of her country and shut the door behind me. I spent the next few days trying to rearrange my flights and try see if there were any options available. A short descent into insomniac depression followed, stunned into inaction by the apparent futility of all my efforts at making something worthwhile happen.
Fortunately, the family dragged me back out of that and convinced me to have a look at the UK on the way back. Which I now think is a splendid idea. And Tony Scott was very positive about me working for Xact, anyway, just an issue of working out the visa.
That was the next surprise. As it turns out, there are no work visae for the rest of the year - there is a numerical limit, and the 2005 stock all got tapped out on the opening day. The next ones will only be available in October this year, and I'm not sure if Tony will be happy to wait that long. Anyway, I'm meeting him again next month to talk details, so we'll see...
But in the meantime, it's off to the UK for me. Have a quick look around, see what the options are, have a look into going over on a working holiday gig. Then head back to Cape Town, stay for Piet's wedding, plan the next move...
Die Welt ist meine Auster, ja?
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