Remember the story of how Inspector Climate and I got engaged, unofficially? Oh, fingerprinting, how funny you are. And then remember when my lawyer INSISTED that I could get it done before November and so I called and they said I COULD and then said I couldn't? Fun times.
Well, the day after our getting married ceremony Inspector Climate and I celebrated by first going to a doctor's appointment to get some answers regarding my painful abdomen (no answers, more questions) and my ovaries (sup Jorge). So that was pretty exciting. Although it was the first time I got to say 'husband' out loud and I quite enjoyed that.
And so, after the doctor's appointment I went and hung out in the city for a while waiting for my next appointment (Ya'll I know how to celebrate a MARRIAGE). The appointment that has been holding me back from finally getting a visa. The appointment that had been such a PAIN IN THE ASS to get: The Finger Printing Appointment.
It happened to be raining that day. Quite heavily. And I had to make my way to a part of Melbourne that I have spent approximately zero time in since moving here 4 years ago (GULP): The World Trade Centre. And so, I walked down there. I got lost in the sidestreet/parking lot (true story), and finally made my way into the finger printing office. After waiting in line for several minutes, where the staff kept saying "you're appointment isn't until 12 so just wait outside and we'll call you shortly." My appointment wasn't until 12 either, so I was fairly certain this is what I'd hear too.
Then, it was my turn and boy did I imagine there to be heaps of hoops and red tap and an obstacle course and some jumps and then I was pretty sure they were going to make me do chin ups (I can only do ONE! ONE!) before they'd let me put finger to paper.
But no. I was about 40 minutes early (see above fears regarding hoops) and they told me they'd be with me in a few minutes. And about 2 minutes later, a woman called me into a room, stuck my fingers on some inky paper and then proceeded to finger print me. After months of hassle, tears, being told yes when they meant no, and having my whole visa process stalled just for this moment, this was it. Anti-climax much?
And so, I've sent them off to the FBI. The lady who did the prints said that they looked fine to her, but she wasn't an expert (um, who is then finger printing lady? who is?). So, while I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that in 6 - 8 weeks (you cannot rush these things people!) the FBI will be all "these are some fantastic fingerprints and you haven't committed a crime!" (I haven't! I swear!) and then I can get my visa, I also am trying to come to terms with the fact that they might not be ok, in which case, I'll have to get them done again.
Which reminds me, I should make an appointment right now - the fingerprinting lady said they were already booked out until February.