I GOT MY WORK PERMIT!!!
I GOT MY WORK PERMIT! I GOT MY WORK PERMIT!
Yes! Finally! No more of this sleeping in B&Bs. Now I can find a real house. No more of this cash-only lifestyle. Now I can get a bank account. No more arguing with nasty underpaid immigration control officers when I fly into the country. Now I can go into the visa line at Heathrow and get waved through with a smile and a hearty "Welcome home... old chap."
For the first time since I've been here, I can finally relax.
Yes! Finally! No more of this sleeping in B&Bs. Now I can find a real house. No more of this cash-only lifestyle. Now I can get a bank account. No more arguing with nasty underpaid immigration control officers when I fly into the country. Now I can go into the visa line at Heathrow and get waved through with a smile and a hearty "Welcome home... old chap."
For the first time since I've been here, I can finally relax.
posted by Logan J. Kunz at 6:49 AM
3 Comments:
You are now a legal alien. Congratulations!
Very true - sounds better anyway. Congratulations.
Sir Logan it is! Hell, if Paul McCartney can be knighted, why can't I?
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