My rage only burns with the fire of 993 suns, so I will post here.
Background: I am an American, gay male version. My partner is British. We met when I was living there. Now I live here, and he’d like to join me, legally if at all possible. So we have hired an immigration attorney and are applying for a visa. I’ve had to form a corporation (woo-hoo! I’m a CEO!) which will sponsor his immigration.
So: Thanks for sending the paperwork, Mr. Attorney. But you have checked the wrong type of visa, so it’s useless. And you spelled my city as “San Diago” in four separate places. This does not inspire me with confidence in your attention to detail.
I also appreciate your special way of surprising me with new information. So far, the list includes:
Surprise! We need a check written on the business checking account that we didn’t tell you that you should have opened.
Surprise! The 15 letters your partner has collected from eminent people in his field all need to mention a specific phrase which we forgot to tell you about, go back and have them all re-write the letters.
Surprise! Your partner will not, in fact, be able to get a job on this visa as we had implied, he can only work as a consultant.
Surprise! Here is a letter to sign stating that your new corportation will pay him $50 K per year plus benefits (oh, and we spelled his name wrong in the letter).
Surprise! We’ll need another check for yet another type of letter we didn’t tell you about.
Sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise: “Surprise! Although I won’t return your calls and rarely deign to answer email, today I will take your phone call.”
So, Mr. Lawyer, I pit you for poor communication. I pit you for poor spelling. I pit you for arrogance and attitude.
And while we’re at it, I pit Bill Clinton for the Defense of Marriage Act, which means that a marriage in Massachusetts or Canada is useless for immigration purposes, and I pit the U.S. of A. for making this process so difficult, dehumanizing, frustrating, expensive, inefficient, and putting an unbearable amount of stress on the relationship. If you force me to emigrate, I will take great pleasure in defaulting on $80K in student loans.