Saturday, November 8, 2008

Marching towards the German Bureaucrats

I received the final contract today. All was as discussed, so everyone is happy. I also received my police report today in the mail (I am clean! PHEW). According to the German Embassy website, I need to send 2 copies of my work contract, police check, passport, application form and $92 to the consulate in San Francisco. There actually is a small consulate office in Portland that I can take all these papers to and they will send it off for me, so that is what will happen on Monday.  And then we wait.....I am confident that it will go smoothly, and I will try and keep tabs on the application. It's not in my control anymore!

BIG SIGH......I think that at this point all of this is becoming a reality. We should start going down our list of things that need to be done before we leave so that we dont get too stressed last minute. Looking back at the application process, I am quite surprised how it all worked out.  Going into it I thought I would get alot of interest. After about sending 30 resumes out there I only received around 3 serious inquiries, which really surprised me. I think that many employers are afraid of going through the work permit process, just the time it takes and really, even now, there is no guarantee that the authorities will grant me permission to work in Germany. THEY  BETTER. I hate to even relax about it because I am pretty often thinking the worst, that they will deny me and I will have to start over again. Job searching SUCKS, and that is saying it nicely. It sucks even more when you NEED a job, so I guess this was a little easier since everything would be fine if I didn't find one, but it still sucks big time.

All we can do is hope for the best. "Please Dieter, Helga, Karl, or Dirk...make this happen for us...we will do Germany proud! I will be a very well-behaved American and will adopt your country as our own (for a couple years at least), so please let us in."

I love that song Immigration Man by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young:

There I was at the immigration scene
Shining and feeling clean
Could it be a sin?
I got stopped by the immigration man
He says he doesn't know if he can
Let me in-let me in-immigration man
Can I cross the line and pray
I can stay another day
Let me in immigration man
I won't toe your line today
I can't see it anyway

There he was with his immigration face
Giving me a paper chase
But the sun was coming
Cos all at once he looked into my space
And stamped a number over my face
And he sent me running
Let me in-let me in-immigration man
Can I cross the line and pray
I can stay another day
Let me in immigration man
I won't toe your line today
I can't see it anyway

Here I am with my immigration form
It's big enough to keep me warm
When a cold wind's coming
So go where you will
So long as you think you can
You'd better watch out-watch out-for the man
Anywhere you're going.

Won't you let me in immigration man
Can I cross your line and pray
Take your fingers from the tray
Let me in-irritation man
I won't toe your line today
I can't see it anyway.



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