Tuesday

Big news: My visa interview has been scheduled for 2 July.  Three weeks time. 

We received three letters by email today.  Instead of providing the final documents requested to the National Visa Centre, we can take them to the interview.  And the interview is soon enough that M can attend with me.  

I have (finally) just ordered my Australian Federal Police check.  I printed, signed and scanned the consent form I had forgotten, uploaded my documents, and submitted my online application.  I was pleased to find that it only cost me $99 instead of $170, so there’s that.  

I just need to find a way to inflate the bank account.  How terrible does that sound?  We just need to show more money at the time of the interview and explain that M is going back as soon as possible, and will be working as soon as possible.  We have nothing to hide, but it is still difficult to stomach the idea that a total stranger has complete control over this situation.  All we can do is explain our plan honestly, and hope that the consulate officer is satisfied.  And if not, we come back for another interview.  

I am feeling guilt over the fact that I will be putting in annual leave, and using the accomodation voucher my boss got me, to plan my escape.  I know it’s ridiculous.  I don’t owe him anything.  But he has been a good friend to me over the years, and I don’t like that I am keeping a secret from him.  I suspect I will crack soon and tell him that I am leaving.  If he wants to act like a jilted lover, so be it.  

Oh, so on the drive home tonight I saw a blotch on my back window.  I squinted at it in the dark, figuring it was some bat poo or something.  Then I saw it had LEGS. It was a huntsman spider! My most hated of creepy crawlies!  While sitting at a red light I saw it start wandering up onto the roof.  I was so close to home and now I was terrified that it would jump on me when I was getting out of the car.  I considered going through a car wash, then realised I would have to wind down the window and dangle my arm outside for an extended period of time to feed coins into the machine.  I opted to zoom off from the lights and hope it got blown away.  Didn’t stop me sitting petrified in the car for a good five minutes, checking the windows and mirrors to see if it was latched on to the drivers side door.  Threw myself out of the car and locked up, then ran around the car looking for it.  Didn’t see it, and decided to just RUN AWAY.  Now I am going to be terrified in the morning, thinking about that time there was one climbing up the INSIDE of the passenger door while I was driving to work!!

And anyone who doesn’t know what kind of spider I am talking about needs to GOOGLE it.  Most other spiders I am ok with, these ones make me lose my mind. 

I am worried about money.  Worried, worried, worried about finding it.  Need to pay for the car to be serviced this week, need to pay for the dog to have his shots, need to pay for M’s flights (we would like to have his flights booked by the interview date so that we can show that he is heading back without me to find work).  Need to have a boatload of money in the bank at the interview.  And no idea how to pull that off.  Ha. I am seriously considering approaching one of my parents for a short term cash loan.  I feel so weird about that, even knowing that I could pay it back very quickly, considering that the week after the interview I will have my bond refunded, won’t be paying rent, and will have a tax return on the way. 

Dilemmas. 

Final exam tomorrow.  Thank goodness, if only for the disruption with my job to stop.  I do have jury duty Monday, though, and then will be taking at least 2 days off to go to Sydney for this interview. 

Ah, well.