Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Doctor lands in August


I love this so much, I can’t even…


So. I work for a building that has the word CENTER in it. (I think I’ve said this before.) On an official report template - the kind that wind up in the CFO’s hands - I wrote CENTRE. Thank Dog the boss caught it.

Fucking British English. I have got to start writing fan fic based on American shit.


The citizenship drama continues.

I emailed the Ukrainian Consulate in New York with an honest question and they haven’t gotten back to me. I don’t know why I find their website so confusing, but I just couldn’t understand it. At any rate, here’s what it boils down to, as far as I can tell:

I have to submit the request for a birth certificate in triplicate. The form is only in Ukrainian and it will only be accepted if it filled out in Ukrainian. If you use a translator you have to jump through about a zillion other hoops. *sigh* Guess it’s a good thing I’m learning Ukrainian.


As if getting the birth certificates wasn’t a big enough pain in the ass, it gets even more complicated.

I don’t know if I qualify under the ‘blood’ sub-clause. My grandparents were Ukrainian citizens when my mother was born (according to Poland). I don’t know if my mother is still considered a Ukrainian citizen, because I don’t think she ever got rid of her citizenship. ???? If I can’t go that way, I have to go the ‘foreigner’ route.

Foreigners, besides having to prove that at least one person in their family was born on Ukrainian soil, need to dump their original citizenship, have to be fluent in the language, and HAVE TO LIVE THERE FOR FIVE YEARS.

There are people out there who say don’t get rid of your American citizenship - it puts you on some US government list. Like I’m going to become a terrorist or something the minute I dump my American citizenship for a green card… I wish Ukraine recognised dual citizenship, but it is what it is. So, I’m going to do what I have to do.

Now, I’m not against moving there if I have to… big picture, and all that, but what the fuck?

I’M A FUCKING UKRAINIAN. All I want is the passport that proves it.

(Can you tell I’m getting burned out? This has been a lot harder than it needed to be. I blame the Germans. Or the Russians. Maybe even the Poles.)


I took the day off and I had this plan of everything I wanted to get done. I have lost all motivation. *sigh*

If I can get through uploading my new batch of words to Memrise, I’ll consider it a productive day.

Posted by Matty on 06/25 at 09:48 AM