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Jan. 7th, 2009 10:35 amI've just noticed that the comments on the last entry are coming up on my LJ home page as "[Username] in Butter" like some sort of cannibalistic main course of the day, so I feel the need to push it off the recent list as soon as possible.
We got back to Boston early on Monday morning, after a flight that seemed positively heavenly compared to the last time - with the vast amount of electronics I was carrying, it didn't even feel like I needed to do anything to actively pass the time. The city welcomed me back by giving me a massive shock from the first remotely metallic-looking thing I touched on arrival at the luggage area.
That day passed quickly, as most of it was spent asleep, but instead of staying at home the next day as well for jetlag recovery I managed to drag my carcass into work for a meeting. I feel most companies would be in trouble when the lead consultant finishes off his list of items with "Oh, and I'm moving to Paris", but he's worked from the opposite end of the country for most of the time I've been there anyway, and the only effect will be that we're back to having only three people in the immediate office again. (When I told my brother about our work situation near the start of my employment he asked "So are you like The IT Crowd?". I'll just leave it to your imagination whether the answer is 'yes' or 'no'.)
I phoned the immigration office yesterday as well, and I was naturally delighted to hear that on top of the sixty days that were expected to process my fingerprints there's actually an expected eight-month waiting period for getting a Really Permanent Residence card. So that should arrive in about five months now, and if I want to get out of the country at any time before then, I need to use my old expired card and the letter that they sent saying that my Not Very Permanent Residence had been extended for a year. But seeing as they haven't called me in for an additional interview yet, that means things are probably going just about as smoothly as you could expect.
We got back to Boston early on Monday morning, after a flight that seemed positively heavenly compared to the last time - with the vast amount of electronics I was carrying, it didn't even feel like I needed to do anything to actively pass the time. The city welcomed me back by giving me a massive shock from the first remotely metallic-looking thing I touched on arrival at the luggage area.
That day passed quickly, as most of it was spent asleep, but instead of staying at home the next day as well for jetlag recovery I managed to drag my carcass into work for a meeting. I feel most companies would be in trouble when the lead consultant finishes off his list of items with "Oh, and I'm moving to Paris", but he's worked from the opposite end of the country for most of the time I've been there anyway, and the only effect will be that we're back to having only three people in the immediate office again. (When I told my brother about our work situation near the start of my employment he asked "So are you like The IT Crowd?". I'll just leave it to your imagination whether the answer is 'yes' or 'no'.)
I phoned the immigration office yesterday as well, and I was naturally delighted to hear that on top of the sixty days that were expected to process my fingerprints there's actually an expected eight-month waiting period for getting a Really Permanent Residence card. So that should arrive in about five months now, and if I want to get out of the country at any time before then, I need to use my old expired card and the letter that they sent saying that my Not Very Permanent Residence had been extended for a year. But seeing as they haven't called me in for an additional interview yet, that means things are probably going just about as smoothly as you could expect.
