According to Murphy's Law, the only day in the last 2.5 years where you have to wake up early and haul yourself to the city, it will pour cats, dogs and all other assorted animals.
According to Murphy's Law, after you take all available measures to prevent your immigration application forms from going missing in transit to Adelaide, it still will grow legs and go on its own joyride. In fact, the forms are so stray in nature that they will still take its own stroll, possibly along the streets of Adelaide, after being received and signed.
That's my woes of the week. The first one is a happy woe, because I went to meet my work agent. The second, is a case of an incompetent story, that will determine when my first real job will come. My immigration application, although sent via registered post and returned with a receipt, is now officially in a black hole, nowhere to be found, with the acknowledging agent not taking any responsibility.
But should it not be any more surprising of the perils of PR application in this country? After all, entreprenuers have already made a business to sell statistics on the approximate waiting time for PRs (I kid you not). Waiting is not a fun activity, especially when your job hinges on it. I suspect that while everyone knows that it's going to be a loooong wait, they may just buy the reports to sadistically convince themselves that some things in this country can indeed move at snail's pace.
Can I therefore make a suggestion? That a complaints department be set up, and since no rational human beings would want to place themselves to handle the barrage, I will gladly round up a group of PR-bummers like myself to man the hotline. If you can't be any faster, at least let it be a win-win situation for both sides.
