Last night I sent out a tweet complaint about my immigration lawyer. I'm so frustrated with her right now, I want to scream. In lieu of a scream I sent a tweet.
Someday, I am going to tell the story if my immigration, starting from spring of 2007, ending whenever it ends. For some reason, I am not comfortable blogging about it now. Maybe once I am landed.
In the meantime, witness my silent scream of frustration. That's all I can say right now.
Hey, just think, if you were a dirt-bag war criminal or a snake head you'd totally be a citizen by now! Cheer up.
Ah, that really sucks. We had to do the immigration thing but we did it all ourselves. It was long and sometimes frustrating but when things were wrong we could fix them quickly.
I really hope you get sorted quickly and without too much more hassle.
I thought once you married a Canuck you were automatically in? Shows what I know...
As an immigrant myself, I always love reading other people's immigration stories so once you are comfortable about blogging about it, I'd love to read it.
Fingers crossed, Jodi!
I say fuck the man! Or woman. Whatever. Fuck 'em!
Stupid lawyer.
I think they're promoted from the DMV.
Oh, how I share your pain!