Infuriating

24 07 2009

It’s been over three years since I’ve been employed, and to say I’m getting frustrated would be a very large understatement.

I started applying for jobs here a full year before I left Australia, and the three years since.  That’s four years of job hunting.  I’ve had responses, I’ve even had job offers, and offers of “cash under the table”.  But since I require a Work Visa to work here I’ve either been declined for a position, or declined myself.

Accepting a cash job may sound like a good idea, but it’s not.  Very much not!  Not only would it be a breach of my current Visa, which is a Visitor’s one, but if I breach it, which for anyone out there reading, I very much WILL NOT be doing, the consequences are dire.  Immediate deportation, and a life time ban from American soil.   That’s a whole lot of soil, and a large portion of the world marked off limits.  A risk I’m not prepared to take.

I think it’s safe to say that I’ve literally made thousands of job applications, many I’ve never had any return correspondence from, some I have.  The ones I have heard from have sounded promising until I’ve mentioned the requirement to be sponsored for a Work Visa, to which on every occasion I’ve received a polite sorry, no, good luck etc.

Well I’ve had enough.  It’s even more insulting when my own partner tells me that I should just keep applying.  When exactly is enough, enough?

Not only did I put my career, and in some parts my life on hold to give him an opportunity at his own career, I sold my car, a large amount of my belongings, and I’ve been unemployed for over three years.  Without my own income, my savings have steadily dwindled, and I’m bored out of my mind.

So I quite rightly, in my mind I think I’m well within my rights to suggest as much, requested that he start considering either a transfer or resigning and returning to Australia.

You’d have thought I’d asked for a kidney, actually both of them.  It’s not exactly a pleasant experience being made to feel ungrateful, unreasonable and selfish for wanting to actually be able to make a living and have an income to be able to contribute, and be able to purchase things without having to ask, or often beg, for permission.

Even today, just to have lunch with a friend, I had to ask which card (bank) I was allowed to use.  Pretty bloody ridiculous given I’m an adult.  But that’s how it is, and it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Oh, and it’s always fun being told in public, and often in front of friends, “Well I pay for everything.”  Some day soon my patience will evaporate instantly when I hear that comment and the response may be a punch in the mouth.

I’ve paid, believe me, I’ve paid, and if I had the finances to do so, I’d be on the next plane out of here, and that same person would be on their own, and right now, I can pretty happily tell you, I’d not look back or regret the decision.

If you’re going to treat me like a financial prisoner you may just end up with a mutiny on your hands!

Grrrrr!

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3 responses

25 07 2009
kato

AAAAAAAAAarrrrrrrrgghhhhhh i can hear it from here. What ever decision you make, make it yours and be happy with it. Love ya xxx.

26 07 2009
Rhonda

Talk to your mother! Seriously. She will understand EXACTLY how you’re feeling as she either went through this herself many times, or, if she worked while you were growing up, her mother and/or sisters and/or friends went through this. It used to be part of ‘being a wife’ and ‘stay-at-home’ mother — still is for many many women. Men? Not so much.

2 08 2009
Miss Kitty

Darling..I hear your frustration from here and I can only affirm that this both sucks and blows 😉

Miss K
xxxxx

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