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For the Love of Paperwork

July 29, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

heading of the U.S. attestation document stating to all to whom these presents shall come, greetings

Governments love paperwork, or so it seems. There is no end of forms to fill out and passport photocopies and handwritten log books, etc. The workflow of any organization could be improved 400% by the reduction in unnecessary paperwork.

My advice to anyone embarking on a living/working abroad adventure is to get your documents (marriage certificate, children’s birth certificates, and your college transcripts) “attested” before leaving your country of origin. It is a lengthy process, so start early. It also wouldn’t hurt to get multiple copies of each attested, while you are at it.

For Americans, this involves getting an official copy of the document (from the appropriate state’s vital record department or from your university). This document must then be attested by the Secretary of State for the state in which it is issued and there will be a fee for that. Next, it must be attested by the United States Secretary of State in Washington, D.C., again for a fee. Next, it must be attested by the embassy of the country to which you are moving (in Washington, D.C.), again for a fee. So, if you have done all your living (marrying & birthing) in Washington, D.C., this could be a fairly easy errand involving driving from government office to government office. However, if you married and gave birth in a state 3000 miles away from Washington, D.C., it will be more difficult. Also, if you had the audacity to live, marry, and give birth in multiple states, you are very nearly screwed.

It is possible to do this process by mail, but it will take MONTHS. In fact, the U.S. Department of State warns on its website that the paperwork won’t be processed until 4 weeks after they receive it. Anything received by mail must be irradiated in case it contains bio-hazardous materials (anthrax, etc.).

I recently had to get my college transcripts attested, which I had not done three years ago before leaving the states. To do this via mail was going to take at least 3-4 months. Not viable. So, I went in search of (Googled) paralegal services that might do this for me a bit quicker. A paralegal in Washington state offered to do the state attestation for $250 plus fees & postage. I found a couple of services in Washington, D.C. that do this on a regular basis and were willing to do the complete process for $265 plus postage. They assured me it would only take 2 weeks. We sent it on the 14th and received it on the 28th, so not bad.

Back in 2008 when I had the marriage certificate attested, I didn’t really look at it closely, but now that I’ve gone through this horrendous process again, I actually read the attestation documents.

The marriage certificate is signed by the state registrar. The Oregon Secretary of State then attached a piece of paper which states that the person who signed the marriage certificate is indeed the Registrar of Vital Statistics. It also gives our names and says that the marriage certificate is authenticated. Next, the U.S. Department of State attached a paper which states that the other attached document has the seal of the State of Oregon and is “entitled to full faith and credit.” There’s an asterisk referring to a comment at the bottom of the document “for the contents of the annexed document, the Department assumes no responsibility.” Next, the UAE Embassy turned over the State Department document, affixed a paper stamp, two rubber stamps, and a handwritten signature. One of those rubber stamps states “we certify stamp and signature of US Department of State – not responsible for the contents.”

So, the Registrar of Vital Statistics “signed” the marriage certificate, thereby certifying the contents. (Her signature is printed out, not actually handwritten.) Then, the State certifies the name of the Registrar and that if she signed it, it must be okay. Then the U.S. State Department says, “yep, that’s the seal of the State of Oregon alright.” Followed by the UAE Embassy saying “yep, that’s the US State Department seal/signature alright.”

The university transcripts are a little different. The state attestation was skipped. The transcript is signed by the university’s registrar (again a printed signature, not handwritten) and it has a raised seal impression. This document was then notarized as original by a notary public. Next, the District of Columbia Notary and Authentication Section attached a paper stating that the person who notarized the original is indeed a notary. Then, the U.S. Department of State attached a paper saying “yep, that’s the seal of the District of Columbia, alright.” And, the embassy followed suit with their stamps, etc.

(Governments don’t actually use words like “yep” and “alright,” but you get the idea.)

Considering the amount of fuss, stress, and expense involved, I find these documents rather disappointing. This is just government “make work.” However, one must have these signatures/stamps/seals as was so clearly illustrated recently in the news. A woman gave birth in hospital while her husband was out of the country and because she could not prove that she was married, she went from the hospital straight to detention with her newborn until her husband could produce an attested marriage certificate to get her out.

Seems quite antiquated to be shuffling and rubber stamping these papers in the age of telephones, internet, and comprehensive databases. Couldn’t they just call Big Brother and have him check my dossier?

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One Last Look

June 17, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

One last post of pictures of Fayetteville, North Carolina.

kangaroo gasoline station sign

Of course, I couldn’t leave without a picture of a Kangaroo gasoline (petrol) station. As for the price, $3.609 per gallon (13.25 AED); 1 gallon = 3.785 liters.

sign for Dirty South Custom Sound and Wheels

I’ll let this one speak for itself. There were a couple of lingerie shops nearby, so this could have gone a whole different direction.

business sign for Chop Shop Tattoo

We’ve seen a lot of tattoos while here. Usually, on the forearm.

Crime watch sign with Sherlock Holmes sillouette

It appears that Sherlock Holmes has been a bad boy and now there’s a price on his head.

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Wrap it in Bacon!

June 12, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

shrimp wrapped in bacon

This may be the most decadent meal I’ve had. Shrimp wrapped in bacon covered in cheese sauce. T*A*S*T*Y!

And, for Rupert’s information, it was $12.00 (for 12 shrimp).

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21 Gump Street

June 12, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

Apparently, someone ran out of ideas when it came to naming streets.

street sign for Attorney Drive

street sign for housemover drive

street sign for Forest Gump Drive

street sign for Hunters Run

Should the hunter be running? Toward or away from his prey?

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Most Orderly Graduation Ceremony Ever

June 10, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

high school choir at graduation

There she is in the front row looking up to search the crowd for her parents.

graduates standing in line for diplomas

Standing in line for that trip across the stage and that well earned piece of paper

graduate names in the printed program

Just look at all the wingdings after her name. They stand for National Honor Society, North Carolina Academic Scholar, Honor Graduate, and Academically/Intellectually Gifted.

graduate and grandparents

The proud grandparents

graduate and father

Proud DaddyBird and his BabyBird

There were 4 speeches and 400 graduates, yet it only took 1 hour and 15 minutes start to finish. A well oiled machine, I’d say. This is due in large part to the strict instructions that grads and guests received. “Guests will not be allowed to approach the stage to take photographs or to videotape. … We ask all parents and their guests to refrain from yelling out, screaming, clapping, or acting in any inappropriate manner as names are called. Diplomas are not awarded to seniors who conduct themselves in an inappropriate manner or whose guests disrupt the solemnity of the ceremony.” There was also a rule against bringing any flowers, balloons, stuffed animals, or gifts into the ceremony.

You almost could have heard a pin drop in that place as the names were called. Only two pebbles were thrown into that pond – one grad fell down in the middle of the stage and one family disregarded the noise prohibition and proceeded to whoop and holler for their grad. They were promptly escorted out. As she was leaving the grandmother said “We came too far to be quiet!”

The rules seemed a little harsh, but I am very thankful. It was a pleasant ceremony. Of course, once everyone had their diploma and it was time to turn the tassels, the cheering began.

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A Taste of the South

June 9, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

red brick church building

Here are a few sights to give you a taste of Fayetteville, North Carolina.

shelves full of barbecue sauce in a store

You can never have enough choices when it comes to barbecue sauce.

gallon jars of cheese ball snacks

sign for American Flag Storage

For your excess flag collection needs.

leather belt with the Confederate flag and the words we shall rise again

Divided loyalties.

sign for Dixie Music and Military Supplies

For all your shopping needs.

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Seeing the Forest and the Trees

June 8, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

forest

I’ve been enjoying the plethora of trees. The city is spred out over a large area and heavily forested. We spent the afternoon in the botanical garden.

strange purple flower

The mud dauber wasps made it challenging to find the women’s restroom.

women's restroom sign with wasp nest over the O

Can you see the frog?

lily pond

Here he is.

lily pads and frog

This was the most unusual flower – golden shrimp plant.

yellow cone shaped flower

Despite the heat, it was a pleasant afternoon.

yellow daisies

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Served with a Side of Loud Mouth

June 5, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

restaurant befind a used car lot

Craving an American breakfast, we went to the Waffle House nestled behind a used car lot.

eggs, biscuit, hash browns and two pork chops

Eggs, biscuit, hash browns, and two pork chops. The food was tasty, but the staff were loudly discussing their private lives. Also, they only refilled our coffee cups once, which is a travesty. Coffee should be cheap and bottomless. So, the experience turned out to be as classy as the used car lot setting.

Since sitting there a spell, drinking coffee and reading our books peaceably wasn’t an option, we went in search of a better place to do that. We ended up at Books A Million bookstore which is close to our hotel and has a little coffee shop.

So, this librarian is spending her vacation browsing for books that might be of interest to her future students. No surprise there.

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I’m Not a Tourist Here

June 4, 2011

Posted by Kanga.

So, we have completed a marathon travel experience to reach North Carolina for our daughter’s one and only high school graduation.

It began like this…

[Dubai] At about 11 pm we dragged our suitcases out to the curb to begin the process of flagging down a taxi. DaddyBird remembers suddenly that he forgot the money that others have given him to buy a few things (iTunes cards and barbecue sauce), so he runs back to the apartment and I am left standing on the curb with three large suitcases and two smaller bags looking for a taxi.

A taxi pulls over almost immediately. The driver gets out and comes over to me. He begins telling me that it is a busy night. It is difficult to get into and out of the airport. I have a lot of bags. And then a sentence that I think was supposed to be along the lines of what was I willing to pay for this service, but ended with something along the lines of  ”how much give to you?” I needed to stall anyway, until DaddyBird had time to return. So, I made this guy repeat his request several times, saying that I didn’t understand what he was asking, which technically is the truth since his grammar was all backwards. He gave up just as DaddyBird appeared around the corner, got in his taxi and went away.

We got in another taxi soon thereafter. There was no discussion. The driver helped get the bags into the car quickly and away we went. He got us to the airport quickly. We paid the fare and tipped him well. That is how it should be.

The first driver must have seen a white woman standing near a hotel with a ridiculous amount of luggage and thought “here’s a tourist I can scam.” Sorry buddy, I’m not a tourist here anymore. I know I don’t have to haggle for a taxi ride.

As for the rest of the trip, our first flight via British Airways to Heathrow Airport was a little taste of hell. There were no vents above the seats to blow cool air and it was horribly hot the entire flight. We desperately needed to sleep, but could not. Second leg of the flight from London to Raleigh/Durham North Carolina was better temperature-wise, but sleeping was not easy or very satisfactory due to the discomfort of economy class seats. This flight was operated by American Airlines and I will say that the food was good.

We changed our currency and ended up with quite a wad of bills because about half of what she gave us was in $5 bills. Thankfully, she didn’t resort to giving it to us in ones.

Anyway, we landed safely, although exhausted and a bit smelly. We checked into the hotel and went immediately to sleep.  It’s about 3 am local time now, so I should try to get a little more sleep and try to adjust to the new time zone. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.

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Need a laugh?

January 2, 2011

Posted by Kanga

I’m going to recommend two blogs. The writers/illustrators of these blogs crack me up. If you are lucky enough to have a sense of humor like mine, they will crack you up, too. These blogs also make me think maybe I should draw my own illustrations, but I suspect that they make it look much easier than it actually is.

First is Hyperbole and a Half. I don’t know the writer, but she recently moved to Oregon, so she gets extra points for that. My favorite post so far is Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving. Made me laugh so hard, I cried.

The second is Wit and Sarcasm by Alexandra, a student worker at my previous place of employment. My favorite so far is “Am I An All-Knowing Genie? Not Yet.” I’ve lived it. Every word is true. No hyperbole there.

Without a rock solid sense of humor and ability to laugh at the stupidities of life and at myself, I would not have made it this far. Here’s to another year of laughter.

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