A Grand Don't Come for Free.

"Today i've achieved absolutely nought

In just being out of the house, i've lost out

If i wanted to end up with more now

I should've just stayed in bed, like i know how"

Anyone close enough to me would understand that I have a liking for quick witted, English, white boy rappers. There's something about that cockney accent, use of slang and predictable wardrobe which makes me want to buy an album and shoot a bootlegger.

However, never did i ever believe that something would happen to me which would make me relate to Mike Skinner (of The Streets fame). I suppose we have both worked out that a grand don't come for free. But it was supposed to be easy.

In a nutshell. It was supposed to be so easy. I had sorted the visa, boarded my flight. Scored an aisle seat but with limited sleep. Fat Freddy's Drop on repeat (not addicted). Someone pulled up their window cover. Blinded by the light. Made it through customs and thought i could well be in. Had to get a social security number to work legitimately and thought i wouldn't have it any other way. Homeland Security and Social Security have different records of what Visa i have in my possession. No one has said "get out of my house" and i hope i am not deported. Can't work for most companies now, sitting around the house. lucky my girlfriend is so fit and you know it. Call homeland security and the rude receptionist is such a twat. Wondering what is he thinking? Realise that i need to sort this out. Have to dry my eyes and get on with living and working out how to land a legit job. Otherwise i will just be surrounded by an ever growing amount of empty cans. It was supposed to be so easy.

Essentially, Homeland Security think i came here to study. I am not sure why as all of the information and papers I had to sign, fill out, agree to, etc specified that i could not study. As an overseas student i would not be eligible to work. Hence, they are not letting me have a social security number. This hold up has probably cost me a month's wages. Turns out a grand don't come for free. I bought a scratchie today. Desperate times.

I spent over an hour waiting in line to get in the Social Security Building six weeks ago but i will need to make a return visit after an appointment with Homeland Security this week. It all sounds so serious!! Fingers crossed it is a very easy thing to rectify and i am out making cash before too long. It is not that i don't like sitting around but, when bed is always an option in your day, you need to sort out priorities. There is a time and place for being in bed. Currently it sings to me like a siren of the seas all day every day.

There is frustration at the fact that most of my job hunting has been fruitless but i would not have been able to work without the Social Security Number anyway. In terms of employment, so far i have achieved nought. In terms of life experience, love and fun. The past 7 weeks have been swimming pools of rainbows which i have been able to dive into headfirst and bathe in their colourful goodness. I don't really think there are any real complaints from me yet.

The problem has been identified. A remedy prescribed. Time to speed up the dosage and save enough cash for an extravagant Vegas adventure in the not too distant future!