It's been a crazy couple of days. I have to admit that getting the news that my fingerprints had expired really threw me. I did spring immediately into action by emailing the adoption division at USCIS Atlanta, outlining the situation. An officer emailed me early the next morning, before 8 am, asking me to fax certain documents. Which I did. Thursday morning they emailed again stating they had received the documents and that they would schedule me for the next available appointment, and that I should just wait to hear from them. I have no idea if that is going to be by phone, by email, or by snail-mail, because truthfully I have heard from them in the past by all those methods. But I heard nothing on Friday, and nothing today. I do have a phone # passed to me by a friend. (You know these are the most difficult offices to reach directly on the face of the planet) I called it Friday afternoon and got a voice mail that directed me to another phone #, which I called. And got another voicemail. But this person does deal directly with adoption. She said in her message that she
might call back if this was an absolute emergency --(leaving the possibility open that she might not- - - if she did not consider it an emergency) Otherwise, she said, please email. So there I was, back to square one. If I don't hear from them by mid-week next week I might have to consider it an absolute emergency. It feels like one to me.
The good thing is I only live a little over an hour from the fingerprinting office, about the same for the field office. So once I can proceed I won't have any real traveling obstacles except for Atlanta traffic, which is always an obstacle, but one I have dealt with many times.
If anyone reading this has any inside knowledge on what to do next, I'm all ears.
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Anyway, I could wallow in self pity but I decided to do a 'beauty parlor' day today instead, and colored and cut my hair. The grey was starting to show itself (I swear it multiplied itself by the 10th power in the last 3 days) and I had to lopp about 2 & 1/2 inches off the bottom, it was really getting stringy.
I don't usually cut my own hair but I did not want to fight with the salon. I just wanted the bottom cut, and I knew that they'd want to "trim those layers". Well, I'm trying to grow all those crazy layers out. Sometimes you just have to do what ya gotta do.