Almost a Legal Alien

To start off I would like to say if that one day I fall off the face of the earth and no one hears from me ever again it is very likely that I have died in my boss's car. I now dread any time he tells me he will take me somewhere. I have developed the strategy of sitting in the back and staring at my lap, otherwise I might die of a heart attack.

I think that I applied for my Alien Registration Card (ARC) today. I think that's what just happened. I met my boss and his wife at school and off we went on a terrifying drive to the Immigration Office. Once there I wrote down my name, birthday and signed a paper... all the rest was written by my boss in Korean. I gave them my horrid "passport" pictures from home where I am not smiling and are much to big. Chances are that my ARC will be the most embarrassing picture of me to date.

We then waited, for an hour. My boss's wife kept asking me random questions like "who is smartest kid".. I don't know. I'm just happy when the kids talk to me, and bring me treats. Speaking of treats, I think I ate dried fish skin or something... it was sick but the child just kept giving me it to gnaw on and I felt obliged to do so. I didn't want to offend them and not get any more snacks. I was also asked if I know Roblin, Manitoba. Ummm.. I guess. I mean I've heard of it. She asked how far it is from my home and I just made up a lie. I have no idea... some times people forget just how big Canada is.

When our number finally got called we went up to the front. Korean was spoken, I was ignored, my passport kept and 5 minutes later, we were done. On my way out I was stared up and down by two guys. It was the first time I've actually felt creeped out since being here. The old man molestation on the street didn't even creep me out as much as these two did.

To be honest, I know that I lucked out with my boss and his wife. I have heard of a bunch of people who have to do all of this on their own. There is no way that I could have figured out the medical check and immigration paperwork without them. I was almost promised lunch today too, until my boss got an emergency call and I was dropped off at home, not before however my boss's wife gave me 9 bananas. What I will do with 9 past ripe bananas I have no idea. But it's the thought that counts.

On the pay day note, I thought that I would get paid today (although not for a full month obviously). Not so. I don't get paid until the 23rd. Yikes. I still have some money left but I'm sick of this strict budget. the 23rd is pretty much two weeks away. I might have to finally whip out the trusty credit card soon. I'm sure it's missed me anyways. We got real close over the summer.