Perchance to Travel...

By now, I have completely severed all contact with CIC. I do not have anything left to send them or to say to them. I have even given up hope of ever seeing Nemo again and I cannot even muster the energy to call them.

Regrettably, I think I will soon be feeling their presence in my life in a most unwanted way. I have begun to diligently look for work in my field in the U.S. Having completed several phone interviews, I will soon be flying to the U.S. for the more formal face to face interviews. I know that the minute my plane crosses the border into the U.S., I will likely not be returning 'home' to Toronto if CIC has anything to do with it. After realizing that I am out of status here in Canada and after being threatened with deportation by the friendly CIC agents, I can foresee no other end to this dreaded tale except being refused entry into Canada at the airport.

I am almost excited about returning to Pearson Airport and seeing things happen. My husband has our MP's phone number saved into his cell phone, just in case I do get detained. We might as well bother Len a bit, even though he warned me not to travel. "It is really hard to get a job without an interview, in my experience," I will tell him. The only thing I dread is knowing that I will probably be sitting somewhere in the airport for hours while the paper worshiping Canadian government employees go and shuffle papers.

My attitude of shaking things up just as much as we can prior to sticking a fork in it continues. We might as well get our money's worth out of this whole fiasco since it seems unlikely that CIC is going to bother refunding anything, even the overpayment.