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.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Deportation 101
Stardate 7.18.2007. I noticed before gathering all my forms for my MP meeting that I was missing the one piece of communication I had received from CIC: the letter from November 2006 that advised me that CIC had transferred my file. After ripping through the house a few times, I decide that I should request a copy. I venture forth and prepare myself for the 30 minute hold time with the Call Center.
I finally reach a live body (and I use that term loosely) and go the the game of 20 questions to verify my identity. I inform the agent that I need a copy of the letter from November 2006 that advised my file had been transferred. He pauses for a minute and states, "I see you have no status currently. I will be calling and requesting a deportation order be issued."
I am at first stunned, but having had my fill of completely useless phone conversations with the paper worshiping Canadian government employees, it wears off quickly. I think that visiting my family back in the States would be a good thing for me and I wonder if I can now do this on Canada's dime. After all the fees I have paid, it should at least buy me airfare. I keep these thoughts to myself and respond, "Do what you have to do, but can you mail my copy of the letter please?" He says he will, the adds "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I think this to be an odd question at this moment, but reply, "No, I think you have done enough." and hang up the phone.
I do not know what elicited this action from CIC, or the threat of this action. I have never been rude to these people. I have never sworn at them, although I do think they deserve that and much more. Maybe they are just tired of hearing from me. Regardless, I follow up with Len at the MPs office and advise him of this conversation and his only response is, "Don't travel outside the country. The deportation process is long and it is only after a judge issues the order can you actually be deported, but they can keep you from re entering Canada." Well, thanks Len! That was a comfort. *rolls eyes*
I am secretly wishing that the deportation order process does get underway. I haven't had any substantial communication from CIC since they acknowledged receipt of my application over a year ago. Perhaps if I can stand in front of a judge and point out how utterly ludicrous my situation has become, I can win some sympathy and the judge can order CIC to actually process my application. Perhaps I am just dreaming. I do feel like I have fallen into an episode of The Twilight Zone.
I finally reach a live body (and I use that term loosely) and go the the game of 20 questions to verify my identity. I inform the agent that I need a copy of the letter from November 2006 that advised my file had been transferred. He pauses for a minute and states, "I see you have no status currently. I will be calling and requesting a deportation order be issued."
I am at first stunned, but having had my fill of completely useless phone conversations with the paper worshiping Canadian government employees, it wears off quickly. I think that visiting my family back in the States would be a good thing for me and I wonder if I can now do this on Canada's dime. After all the fees I have paid, it should at least buy me airfare. I keep these thoughts to myself and respond, "Do what you have to do, but can you mail my copy of the letter please?" He says he will, the adds "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I think this to be an odd question at this moment, but reply, "No, I think you have done enough." and hang up the phone.
I do not know what elicited this action from CIC, or the threat of this action. I have never been rude to these people. I have never sworn at them, although I do think they deserve that and much more. Maybe they are just tired of hearing from me. Regardless, I follow up with Len at the MPs office and advise him of this conversation and his only response is, "Don't travel outside the country. The deportation process is long and it is only after a judge issues the order can you actually be deported, but they can keep you from re entering Canada." Well, thanks Len! That was a comfort. *rolls eyes*
I am secretly wishing that the deportation order process does get underway. I haven't had any substantial communication from CIC since they acknowledged receipt of my application over a year ago. Perhaps if I can stand in front of a judge and point out how utterly ludicrous my situation has become, I can win some sympathy and the judge can order CIC to actually process my application. Perhaps I am just dreaming. I do feel like I have fallen into an episode of The Twilight Zone.
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