On March 20 of this year, I went for my immigration interview. Two things happened: * I forgot our passports on the kitchen table. I had a folder containing documents and relationship proof (greeting cards, photos, etc., and on top of this, our passports.
An immigration interview cannot happen without passports as they are used as primary ID, especially for the immigration applicant. Namely, me. So after a mad dash home and back toward Hartford, I am thankful that I was being my usual paranoid self and insisting we leave an hour and a half earlier than we needed to. We were supposed to meet our lawyer at her office before going to the court house where USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Services) holds interviews to go over things quickly. That did not happen.
We only had 5 minutes to spare. We still sat for over an hour waiting to go into the interview, but we were on time even if they weren't. This is the first example of why I have a need for supervision on stressful days.
Because I'd recieved work authorisation and the card to prove it the previous Friday, I consulted the lawyer and asked if I could go ahead and apply for a Social Security Number. I wanted to know if I could work on getting a job or if I should wait until USCIS had made a decision regarding our case. She said it wasn't a problem to apply. Once the immigration interview was over, we would stop in at the SSA (Social Security Administration) to apply. By the time we got there, I was frazzled. The forgetting of the passports and the interview were high stress.
After giving the clerk all of the information she needed to put the application through, she printed it off and asked me to verify all the information. I did a once over, signed that it was correct, and I was given a receipt that it should arrive at the house within two weeks. Two weeks had passed and I gave it a third, just in case. Still no SSN in the mail. After a little research online, I found indication that it could take up to a month while the SSA checked information against what Homeland Security's information. I decided to wait another week.
Chris stayed home from work yesterday due to rain, so we went down to the SSA office to see what was going on. The clerk asked me to verify that the address was correct from the receipt I was given. I looked at it and said, "Our street number is 242, not 214." She looked at me like I was an idiot. US government employees are, across the board, generally rude and condescending. Except for USCIS. They're amazing and polite, despite the rigid protocol involved in their offices. I explained that I'd come in to apply directly after my immigration interview, so was stressed, and her attitude changed completely. Application quickly redone!
Stress + me = need for supervision. It probably doesn't need to be an adult either. A child could probably handle it.