I think this is because i thought I would:
a: go to the police station - they would print me out a criminal check.
b: send my actual degree to Korea
c: I would do these all on the same day and then get my visa sent back to me quick smart.
Now, I'm not sure if I don't read things properly or what, but a few timely suprises have popped up...
a: my criminal check gets printed out at the ministry of justice in Wellington. It then has to be apostilled in Wellington. This can take up to 11 days.
b: my degree has to be notarised. There are only 3 people in Dunedin that can notarise stuff. I thought i could pop on up to the lawyers office and and he'd sign it. No siree, I have to make an appointment. To which it seems hard to get one. Shitness.
c: my degree then has to get apostilled in Wellington.
d: once I get these back I have to send all of this to Korea. It gets processed there (5-10 days).
now here is the whooper that I had NO IDEA about until about 5 minutes ago: I may have to go to Wellington for an interview with the Korean Embassy once I get this visa stuff back. Fair Enough...but shit!!! Fuck!!
And only THEN I get my visa - So I have to do this in 3 weeks. This can be done. I am being optimistic. I'm putting wee "please can this be done reaaaaalllllyyyy quickly" notes on all my forms.
I wish I could tell myself a month ago to do all this apostilling stuff, I don't know what kind of dreamland I have been on. But it's been dreamy.
Anyway, my recruiters don't seem too worried - Marilyn said we may even be on the same flight on the 30th - so I guess this is a good sign. She also said not to worry about booking flights yet as the difference in the price of flights won't be too major. (Prob about $1500 one way.)
BTW, I had a great, great birthday. It was 21 degrees!!! I had a great dinner at Yuki and a great time at Albar.
I was loving Brain Jonestown Massacre at Backstage. But it was rather hot, I fainted and looked like a drunken fool being carried out of the crowd, so that kinda sucked and we missed the second half of the gig.
When I went to the Shins in Christchurch last year I missed half the gig because I ate waaay to much curry before the gig and after jumping around for a while, I again, looked like a drunken fool as a spewed in the toilets and hung out with the cold water for a while.
I'm thinking this post doesn't portray my true character very well. This is the only time I have ever pissed around sorting my visa and those were the only times i have ever fainted and vomited at a gig. ever.
Here is a picture of me and my flatmates on my birthday at Albar: