Thursday, March 24, 2005
London Day 2
I’m not sure exactly how much I slept for during the night but my excellent body clock kicked into action at 5:45am whereby I was up and away back into London.
It was to a slight drizzle and a heavy despairing overcast sky that I trudged up Mill Hill and back down again to the tube station. From an empty carriage at the end-of-line to a nearly-bursting carriage at Tottenham Court Road saw me make my way down to Marble Arch.
For some delusional reason I had thought my 8am appointment meant that it were personally for me, unfortunatly I found myself standing in the drizzle with eight to ten other people outside a closed doctors office at quarter to eight.
The meat of the medical involved a blood test whereby I nearly started hyperventilating and a chest x-ray that I didnt get to see (but really wanted to). Still, its nice to know I’m exactly 5’7, weight 63kg (138lbs) and have a 110/70 blood pressure. I was more interested in my chest x-ray than all that. I hear I get to keep it when I get to america. Maybe I can frame it.
The scariest thing to come out of the medical is that they want me to have an MMR (Measels, Mumps and Rubella) shot, despsite having mumps, chicken pox etc etc etc as a child, and also I need to have a diptheria shot, which for some reason I associate with dogs and stranger, typhoid.
So, an MMR and Diptheria… I particuarly dont want an MMR jab….
The interview at the embassy was a non-event. After waiting over two hours in a sweaty closed hall space with fiver hundered other visitors and nary an open window or fan in sight, all I had to do was hand over my police record certificates (which state I dont have a record), and that was it!!!
I expected a grilling, trick questions and a sleight of hand routine with paper clips, but it all came to nothing. I was told I would be sent a sealed envelope which I cant open, that I must present to U.S, customs (the contents of which are all the paperwork I have done to date to get my U.S. Visa)...
So all in all, a lot of stress for nothing..
Now I get to stress out about landing in America and being interviewd by customs there!!
Guess I wont be taking any tea bags and other tea-associated contraband with me to that interview..
Tonight for about two hours, I am going to be drinking with my ex-work collegues. This allows me to seague back into the soap opera that is work and all its intra-departmental gossip and shenanigans. Screwdrivers and orangejuice all night I suspect.
Drank an ultra-mega-grande starbucks tea, I’m not quite sure what kind of tea the tea-bags where but it was nice, and its a shame you cant get said tea from starbucks in America.
It was good to see old friends from work, but we didnt have much to talk about beyond the obvious. Feels like I never left, the complaints are the same from the same people. Quite boring actually.
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