We arrived in New Zealand last Wednesday, not lest with a little visa trouble that was very tolerable. I dropped off my partnership-based temporary work visa application to the immigration office on Thursday, fingers crossed it would be complete and it’ll go through some processing before the office closes for the holidays later this week.
Alas, no. The application was couriered back to my current dwelling Saturday morning because it was incomplete. Is this the first package I have received in person in New Zealand? It would be Christmas miracle! How did they find me? Oh yeah, I put my current address on the application. Idiot me.
It was returned because my medical physical would have had to be performed in the last three months. I had mine done on September 2.
If I were a second grade student, I would be getting a “U” for “unsatisfactory,” for not catching all the qualifications for a successful visa application. I had thought my physical would be fine for six months; it’s my criminal record check that is fine for six months.
So on my 30th birthday, I will have my first introduction to the New Zealand health care system, get the forms filled out again, and resubmit to the immigration office.
I am just annoyed that I didn’t plan better. But hopefully my troubles will prevent someone else form experiencing these. I am thinking about writing a guide to relocating to New Zealand, based on these experiences and selling it as a PDF. But I still need a fair bit of actual experience first. Experts aren’t made in five days, not even on the Internet.