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Hartford CT | Review on July 5, 2005: | Pseud
Rating: | Review Topic: General Review
6:00 Got up and got ready. Finished photocopying pay stubs.
6:45 Put everything in bag
7:00 Left for Hartford. Got McDonalds breakfast on the way. Only ate half. Felt ready to vomit at any minute.
7:45 Having parked and walked the block to the office, lined up. Went through metal detector, made our way to the 4th floor and to the interview room
8:05 Handed in interview letter at reception and took a seat. The room was nearly packed. G took her book out of her bag and began to read. I took a deep breath and got my bearings.
8:07 Got called in, led to the interview room. Sworn in (hand raised, swear to tell the truth? "Yes"). Sat down and asked for G's license and my passport. Started talking to her about England, the visit she had, where she stayed, the food. About her visit to Germany (where I've been twice), Munich, Oktoberfest and Beer. She checked our names and address on the AdjustmentStatus form we mailed in.
Asked for Letters of Employment and paystubs. She read the letters, asked us about our jobs, and what exactly we do. Asked if we had copies of these. I told her we had copies of everything and handed her the photocopies and photocopies of our tax returns and W2s. She checked through them briefly.
Then she asked for other stuff like joint bills etc. I started thumbing through our file, pulling pieces of paper out. I explained to her that we didn't have that much because,
"nobody wants to put my name on anything..." I explained
"for good reason!", she joked interruptingly
I laughed and continued, "...because I don't have a green card"
So, in all I handed her a car insurance document with my name on it, a dentist bill to prove i live at the same residence as my wife, an invoive for car service with my address on it, joint bank statements, photocopies of our health insurance card. Asked if she wanted photos and wedding cards. "Nope, don't do photos". And that was fine by me.
Then somehow we got onto the topic of immigration laywers and she was saying how she was amazed that they charged so much for some forms. Like $700 for the EAD! Then she started talking about how some aliens would come to the USA and their natives who already resided here would offer to help for a fee. Somehow, this reminded me of the movie Gangs of New York, so we talked abotu that for a while, then how much we hate Leonardo DiCaprio, and Titanic.... and then she stamped my passport, explained what it meant, gave me a piece of paper about filing to lift hte conditions in two years minus 90 days. We shook her hand, said thanks and left.
8:30 Left the office, wandered down the hall into the elevator breathing a huge sigh of relief. Got in and proceeded to dance in the lift all the way down to the first floor! Left with a huge grin, finally glad it was over.
9:00 Back home.
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