Today, I paid a visit to the wonderful folks at the U.S. Immigration & Naturalisation Service and they informed me that I have been approved to start paying a huge percentage of future paychecks into old George's coffers finally. Just as soon as I can condemn myself by allowing my fingerprints to be entered into whatever countless computer systems they have to track people with, as well as a picture of my ugly mug to celebrate the occasion, they will send me a nice, shiny card which says I am employable in the good ole U.S of A.
So now I can start working for those friendly people at Allstate, who have been wanting to hire me for months (no idea why). Fingers crossed in about two weeks I will be back to cursing rush hour commuter traffic.
On top of that, Clan Wyvern went to view a town house just around the corner from where we are currently staying. It is being totally refurbished and we have paid the deposit and can move in when the work is done (in about a months time).
Not bad for three New Orleans Katrina refugees. This day is good.
It's just a game...
