Immigration

So, about that last post...well, it was really just a game to keep me distracted. Lots of ugly things going around these days. Like the 3 people I know who have breast cancer. Or all the people I know who were laid off. Or my buddy who lost his legs back in January, but they didn't do it right the first time, so he just lost another inch off of his legs. I am surrounded by people who are sick, people who are unemployed, people who are about to be unemployed, people who can't pay their bills and are wondering where they will go, and kids who are going through really awful things and are trying to get a new start. Between Job Corps and Halliburton I am surrounded in sadness and suffering, and that doesn't even begin to start with family or friends.
So, I needed a humorous distraction. (And sorry, Brklln, but let's face it. I'm married. I totally have sex.)
Anyway, the bad things happening are trying to creep into my house. Cam's name has been coming up in the new lists of lay-offs. They have already gotten rid of the lazy and obnoxious, and they are running out of people. They are now going to staff number, and since he got a new staff number when he came to the States, well, he is in some risk.
I'm not the kind of person who sits and hopes that works out. I do something. He only has a work visa that will allow him to work at Halliburton, and that needs to be adjusted. Otherwise, I'm stuck moving to Canada. I hate the cold.
I spent some time on the phone with the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS), and wow. That's intense. I thought I chose English for the language, not Lawyer.
I then finally get to talk to someone. Someone who is legally obliged to ramble for 2 minutes completely in legal disclaimers before she can tell me I need the I485. And that it cost something like $353. She also stated that I MAY need T3258A-2 copies, I864, I693, I130, I765, I131, a copy of a passport, a social security card, and a medical exam. I don't know what MAY means. I may be the kind of person who names my dog Maebe, but I need some certainty in life. I don't want to ever hear that I MAY live. (Or that I am going to live. Sorta.*) Oh, and some of those forms cost money, but I couldn't figure out which, because I was pretty sure I got all dyslexic and wrote some of the numbers out of order. So I may not need those forms, I may need completely different ones. I'm in trouble.
So, now I am trying to contact immigration lawyers, because it may be worth the money for a translator.
I guess the point is, Canadians are about the most quality men you can marry. But God help you through the paperwork. Might as well marry a Vulcan.**



*Totally stole that joke from Demetri Martin. Good stuff.
**Sorry, the Star Trek reference is whole different story...