I can't believe how hard it is to get into this country. I swear that rowing across from Indonesia in a milk crate would be easier than jumping through all the hoops they have set up in the application process.
Mum and I discussed her various options for applying for permanent residency over a year ago and were advised that we had two avenues to pursue.
- Go through the fast lane and pay a $27,000 NON-REFUNDABLE "administration fee" and wait for a few months
- Pay $1000 and get put on a waiting list which will probably take 17 YEARS before the lazy sods get to her paperwork
Unwilling to pay what we saw as a bribe to be processed quickly, mum arranged for our migration solicitor to submit an application for the long route and set in to wait. Imagine how surprised I was to get a call today from mum's case officer to discuss her application and when they could expect their moolah. Apparently our "migration specialist" must have put in the wrong form, so we either have to pay all that money or withdraw the application and start from scratch.
I told mum to get them to shove it. From what I hear I can probably just get mum over on a family visa anyway once I get my citizenship. Those greedy arse biscuits can look for an easy mark elsewhere.
1 comment:
forshizzle bruttha. word to yo mamma.
i couldn't agree more my friend...what a bloody farce.
welcome to the beurocracy. nothing is free and all we have is waiting time.
peace out
pandy
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