subbed people

with apologies to the migration agents in the audience, I’m not going to pay an extra cent than I have to for a visa.

With graduation over, the next thing to achieve in the goal trinity is a job. A task that warrants its painful reputation; first because of scarcity, and secondly because it is so damned hard to figure out how to get work rights.

No, sniggering agents, be off.

Try to figure out the IMIA website for yourself, and see if you can find hope within the bureaucracy.

For my purposes, I need a ‘subclass 487’ visa. Armed with anecdotal assurance from friends, I visited the website for more information.

I could find a list of required documents.

I could find associated costs.

But I couldn’t find a nominated occupation that was related to my occupation.

Whoa. Not good. Hurry, call their number.

Which gets you put on hold for a long time; occasionally a chirpy lady reminds you that someone will get to you as soon as possible.

Fingers rap table nervously.

Quo vadis?