Sergei joined us about a year and a half ago. He was a landed immigrant from Russia, but his English was so good that he was hired as a tech writer where I work.
He’s always been very generous. When we both stay late at work, he’ll give me a ride to the metro. (I don’t have a car.)
Just this past week, Sergei, his wife, and their daughter were granted Canadian citizenship. I was happy for them, but I was also proud that they chose my country in which to establish a new life.
We decorated his cube with red and white streamers, pictures of Jean Chrétien, a Photoshopped picture of Sergei shaking hands with Chrétien, beavers, moose, “CANADA” magnets, copies of “Canadian Living” magazine, and so forth.
I’m usually patriotic, but this really brought it home. Sergei sent out an email to our group thanking us for the “recognition,” as it were. I took some pictures of him in his decorated cube (before he had to tear the streamers down, in order to work).
This is really MPSIMS, but it was nice for all of us. I’m just proud that such a great guy chose to become a Canadian.
Butbutbut… that’s just the extras, lno ! The standard immigrant kit includes :
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[li]1 (one) case of beer (2-4, your choice of brand)[/li][li]1 (one) dozen donuts[/li][li]1 (one) toque[/li][li]1 (one) of your choice : either a pair of snowshoes or a dogsled[/li][li]1 (one) case of mosquito/black flies repellent[/li][li]1 (one) gallon of grade A maple syrup[/li][li]1 (one) year supply of Kraft Dinner[/li][li]25 (twenty five) Canadian Tire dollars[/li][li]1 (one) autographed picture of Betty Windsor[/li][li] and much, much more… :D[/li][/ul]
Sure beats the hell out of what one of my clients got from his co-workers when he got his green card. He’s very Welsh, of the sort that I can’t understand a damn word he says (and in my line of work - immigration law - I’m used to just about every accent under the sun).
Being a true Brit, he loves a good, warm pint of Guinness, so for his green card party at work, they served Budweiser and Velveeta dip.
