I’ve had great experiences with dealing with the workers of the Bureau of Citizenship and Immigration Services (formerly known as the INS), while I’m in their offices. However, their ‘information’ line is staffed by uninformed morons.
About a month ago, I filled out a whack of forms and happily sent them off to the Vermont Service Centre along with a big cheque. They, in turn, sent me the form that I requested. With this form, and assorted other pieces of paper, I can apply for Advance Parole. Advance Parole allows me (and my son) to leave the US and return. Until this time, I have not been able to go home to visit, and it has SUCKED.
Anyway, to cover all bases that needed to be covered, I called a couple of different times to confirm information. Each time, I asked if I had to take my son with me to the BCIS office to get the advance parole document.
“Oh no, Ma’am, you can act as his agent as he is under the age of fourteen”.
Great! Matthew can go to school, and enjoy their Spring Fair. I took off for the BCIS office this morning at around 6:30. I got to their offices around 7:45, got my number, and waited.
At 9:00 my number was called, and I got my application for AP processed. Another cheque was written. I asked if I had to write a separate cheque for my son’s application, or if I could combine the two onto one cheque.
“Your son? Where is he?”
“He’s not here, he’s at school.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you then. He must be present for the application so we are certain he is in the country.”
At this point, I kept very calm. After all, Dave had to be in the city for an 11:00 appointment, and he could bring the Bug into the city.
I left the office and went to kill some time. I came back with Matthew and got his document application processed. We then went to wait in the other waiting room, with only two or three other people instead of 80.
After waiting for an hour and a half, I was awarded with our Advance Parole travel documents. However, the expiry date on them reads December 5, 2003.
Well, gentle reader, that’s less than six months from today’s date. I had been informed that the AP documents would be good for two years. I asked the man who gave them to me why, and he couldn’t answer. He went off to get a supervisor.
A woman came out, who said “I don’t know, let me get the supervisor” after she said “Why didn’t you ask before we had applied the seal”? Excuse me, lady, nobody showed it to me before.
A supervisor came out and basically told me that if my case is not settled within the six-month period that my AP is valid, that I will have to re-apply for AP for myself and Matthew. And PAY AGAIN.
I have fucking had it. And, I let him know that. Every god-damned time I have called the INS information line, I have been told that the document has a two-year validity, and the people in the office tell me another thing entirely. According to the locals, I will have to go into the office three weeks before Christmas and shell out another $220 if I wish to go visit my family for the holidays.
I don’t guess I would be so upset about this if it were the first time that they’ve given me false information. Last time I called and asked a question, they lied yet again, and Dave and I had to turn around and drive back home (60 minutes), get Matthew from school, drive to BWI (another hour) and then wait for two hours to get him properly landed into the country. We had been told that all we had to do was take his passport to the local office and they would stamp it.
I understand that the BCIS is underfunded. I also know that their people are probably overworked. I don’t give a flying fuck. They are here to help people who want to come to this country for a better life than they have wherever they are, and this is what happens? Thank God I speak English. Who knows the rigamarole you would have to go through if you spoke Icelandic or Flemish or some obscure dialect of Russian? These people are here to help, they are a “Service”, and more and more I hear and experience that they have no clue what they are doing. It’s a common complaint, and over and over again today I heard from others waiting that they had been told wrong information on the phone line.
So what do we do? Do we call the local office directly? Hell no! It’s not possible! You have one choice for contact, other than walking into the office yourself. For some that’s not possible, and they get incorrect information, and it screws them up.
Case in point - friend moves from Canada to US on a K-1 Visa. Friend was not inspected at the border and given the proper (I-94) document to attach into her passport. Friend gets to new home, calls INS to find out what to do in this instance. Is advised to marry, then worry about it. Friend marries, then is told that she is in the country illegally and she must pay a whopping amount of money and file completely separate forms or risk expulsion from the country, AFTER DOING WHAT SHE WAS TOLD.
It’s just not right, and I’m fucking tired of it.