I hate the words “economy” and “credit crunch” so much that I practically foam that the mouth when I have to say it aloud…
“Well, with the economy being the way it is…”
“The credit crunch is hitting us all…”
Ahhh! So aggravating, to say the least, but there’s no better way to explain our situation.
There’s still no word on Mike’s contract and it seems there isn’t going to be.
The projects that the company had banked on never came. Lack of funding, poor planning, politics, the ECONOMY… the exact reason hardly matters any more. Mike’s last day will be this coming Friday and our visas expire the same day.
The frustrating part is that had this been a company in the US, or dare I say, one of us was a British citizen, he wouldn’t necessarily be out of a job so abruptly.
Since his work visa has to be sponsored by the company, billed to a specific project, and legitimized, he simply cannot be paid for another second of his time without a new contract…
Apparently, the British are VERY strict about that… or so I’ve been told. I don’t really care to find out on my own.
We are still able to remain in the country, albeit temporarily, provided we leave and come back through immigration, thereby reestablishing ourselves on tourist visas. This is no different than coming here on a vacation and staying on our passports.
As tourists, we absolutely cannot apply for jobs in the UK. Although, I have no idea how that would play out since we were originally here on a work visa and Mike’s already well within the interview process at a few other London studios…
I mean, I’m sure there’s a way to work around it. I just don’t know what that would entail.
Either way, it’s an extra level of stress to the already tenuous situation of looking for a job in a bad economy. I know this because, I’ve been very casually, ever so slowly inquiring, if only to allow us more time in the UK.
The first question I’m always asked is, “Are you legal to work here?”
“Umm, I’m on a dependent visa, so yes except… You see, my husband’s work visa… Okay, it’s complicated.”
…and I’ve lost them entirely.
We are absolutely gutted to leave London, especially so soon after arriving, but quite honestly, the feelings haven’t sunk in yet. There’s just so much to do.
A few weeks ago, I e-mailed our landlords in Australia to apprise them of the situation. They were very understanding, and then mentioned that they are expecting a new baby in NINE DAYS TIME…
(Read: This is SO not what we need to be dealing with right now. Go away and leave us alone.)
This past week, our house went back in the lettings market and I started accepting bids on shipping companies. Avery has to watch yet another train table that we can’t take with us be sold and we have to shed all trappings that have finally made our little rental property into a home.
Yeah, gutted is a very good British English word for it indeed.