Posts Tagged ‘bureaucracy’

Very Confusing.

Wednesday, March 28th, 2012

There have been many moments during my time in Paris where I have felt the need to slap myself because that is the only way I could possibly come back to earth and be able to reassess what was happening. One of those moments is right NOW. Allow me to vent.

After having received my Visa to live in Paris for another year, I returned to France and then had to send another stack of paper into the immigration department. Despite fellow Visa-Applicants telling me that I wouldn’t hear back for months, I received a letter in the mail saying they had received my pieces of paper and that they may, or may not, contact me again. Excellent.

Yesterday I was having a really great day – the sun was shining, I had started a new sewing project, everything was oh-so-lovely. I then went to my local indoor markets to buy food for dinner where I am fairly certain the vegetable shop man cursed on me by trying to hit on me while selling me carrots. After he had asked me if I lived far from here and if I lived alone, I then quickly paid and returned home. Upon my return, I checked the mail and discovered two letters – one from Orange, my useless telephone company, and the other from the immigration department. Wow.

The Immigration department appear to be working in some sort of super-speed power drive because they had already set a date for me to go and have a medical examination, hand in more pieces of paper and be interviewed, and this date is next week. WHAT ON EARTH?! Since when did any sort of bureaucratic process in France happen so quickly? Anyway, the big problem is that I will be in England on the allocated date and therefore cannot have my lungs x-rayed. So today I rode down to the Immigration office to ask whether or not I could change the date.

The office has the appearance of a shelter or squat and is an old, dirty, concrete building that clearly no one cares about. Only foreigners have to go there so why invest money in it? The security man at the door did a thorough check of my bag before asking what I was needing. When I explained that I wanted to change the date of my appointment, he said I have to wait until AFTER my appointment to make a new date. I looked at him like he had just told me the Queen of England is really a man and questioned whether or not I would get in trouble if I didn’t turn up to my appointment. No, it’s fine. Right.

Most of my brain believes that there is no way this can really be true, but there’s part of me that realises I am in France and so there is a high probability something this strange could be the case. I have spent the afternoon trying to call the office and get a second opinion but no one is answering the phone. At first I thought it was just lunch time but now I am thinking it is an exceptionally long lunch. Oh, and their website isn’t working properly so I can’t look at that either. I love France.

This Time Has Come

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

I have spent the afternoon reading, highlighting, re-reading and then crossing off every word in the “Things You Must Bring to the Interview” information for my visa application. Tomorrow morning I get on a plane (hooray… gosh I love planes/airports) and fly to Sydney. Monday morning I will put on my nicest smile and eyelash extensions and then flutter away as I ask oh-so-nicely for a visa. I will then either cry or jump for joy, depending on the outcome. This result will, of course, be duly noted on here for everyone to either cry or jump for joy with me. I’m hoping to hear a lot of feet slamming back to earth early next week.

As with all bureaucratic adventures, there is a large list of things that I need to do and pieces of paper I need to find when applying and I am feeling particularly anxious about forgetting or overlooking something. I am fearing the worst in the hope that that will mean it’ll all go ridiculously smoothly. The old reverse psychology. In addition, I ask that everyone crosses all of their fingers, toes, arms, legs, and any other crossable body part in order to increase my luck. When our powers combine, we will conquer the French embassy. I appreciate the help.

The Waiting Game

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

I have returned from my weekend in Sydney and my adventures with the French Consulate. Oh how joyful I felt having flown all the way to Sydney for an ‘interview’ at the Consulate where the guy behind the glass barely spoke to me and, having arrived 10 minutes before my appointment, was all over approximately 1.5 minutes before my interview was technically supposed to start. So a total of 8.5 hours flying in planes for a total of 8.5 minutes standing in front of a glass panel. I must admit I did smile and do a little dance about the fact that the frenchman DIDN’T say, “You can’t get a visa. Go away.” I take this as a positive sign and will now wait anxiously for the postman to bring me my passport.

French consulate building

St Martin – Patron saint of all things French (this is where the consulate is)