Sometimes it's a marvel to me that - even in the absence of coups, revolutions or plagues - governments survive for as long as they do. I truly do wonder how these institutions manage to avoid stumbling on their own idiocy, and the worrisome fact that they are the last, paper-thin fence between order and anarchy is never far from my mind.
I gripe thus because last Friday found the missus and me making what was to be the last of our annual trips to the Korean Immigration Office, located out in the wop-wops of Mokdong. We went there in the expectation that I'd finally be getting my F-5 (permanent resident) visa, for which I supposedly qualified after two years on an F-2 spousal visa. Little did we realize that we were about to be confronted by the dreaded Monster of Circuitous Logic, which roams freely here in its native Korean land.
Given that I knew I was facing a trip to Immigration, I woke up in a surprisingly good mood on Friday. It seems that winter may finally have arrived here on The Peninsula and the day broke brisk and clear, so crisp that you could damn near ping a needle on it. Changing the sheets on our bed the night before, I'd become aware that I had water in my left ear and, in trying to shake it loose, I'd strained the muscles in my lower back and they were feeling pretty tight when I crawled out of bed, but even that - combined with looming visa applications - didn't sour my mood. I knew that this would be our last trek to Immigration for the foreseeable future.
Well, as a wise man once said, beware the rising tide of optimism.
As I said, to qualify for the F-5 visa, you must be on an F-2 for two years. As it happens, I received my original F-2 on 24 November, 2005. The math majors among you will correctly note that, since that time, not quite two years has elapsed, a fact that was immediately brought to our attention by the immigration official who 'helped' us on Friday. According to her, I am ineligible to apply for an F-5 until 24 November, 2007, even though my current visa expires on 23 November.
"What happens if I wait until the 24th to apply for the F-5?" I asked.
"You'll be fined for letting your visa lapse?"
Hence my reasons for traipsing out to Mokdong on the 16th of November.
What to do, then? Pay 20, 000 KRW to renew my F-2 for a third year, of course, and then reassemble all the paperwork and come back anytime after the 24th - one week later - and apply for the F-5, which will then cost another 60,000 KRW. In other words, pay for a year's visa that I'll use for ten days: a penalty payment in its own right. So the government requires that you have the visa for two years, but they don't issue the visas for a period that covers two years. And, of course, never you mind that it takes the government about two weeks to process an F-5, so that - had they just let me submit the application - I'd be well past my two years on the F-2 when they finished the paperwork.
30 November will thus find us trudging back to the Immigration office for a mix and repeat of last Friday's activities - that is, if the Korean government doesn't drown in its own cretinism first.
I gripe thus because last Friday found the missus and me making what was to be the last of our annual trips to the Korean Immigration Office, located out in the wop-wops of Mokdong. We went there in the expectation that I'd finally be getting my F-5 (permanent resident) visa, for which I supposedly qualified after two years on an F-2 spousal visa. Little did we realize that we were about to be confronted by the dreaded Monster of Circuitous Logic, which roams freely here in its native Korean land.
Given that I knew I was facing a trip to Immigration, I woke up in a surprisingly good mood on Friday. It seems that winter may finally have arrived here on The Peninsula and the day broke brisk and clear, so crisp that you could damn near ping a needle on it. Changing the sheets on our bed the night before, I'd become aware that I had water in my left ear and, in trying to shake it loose, I'd strained the muscles in my lower back and they were feeling pretty tight when I crawled out of bed, but even that - combined with looming visa applications - didn't sour my mood. I knew that this would be our last trek to Immigration for the foreseeable future.
Well, as a wise man once said, beware the rising tide of optimism.
As I said, to qualify for the F-5 visa, you must be on an F-2 for two years. As it happens, I received my original F-2 on 24 November, 2005. The math majors among you will correctly note that, since that time, not quite two years has elapsed, a fact that was immediately brought to our attention by the immigration official who 'helped' us on Friday. According to her, I am ineligible to apply for an F-5 until 24 November, 2007, even though my current visa expires on 23 November.
"What happens if I wait until the 24th to apply for the F-5?" I asked.
"You'll be fined for letting your visa lapse?"
Hence my reasons for traipsing out to Mokdong on the 16th of November.
What to do, then? Pay 20, 000 KRW to renew my F-2 for a third year, of course, and then reassemble all the paperwork and come back anytime after the 24th - one week later - and apply for the F-5, which will then cost another 60,000 KRW. In other words, pay for a year's visa that I'll use for ten days: a penalty payment in its own right. So the government requires that you have the visa for two years, but they don't issue the visas for a period that covers two years. And, of course, never you mind that it takes the government about two weeks to process an F-5, so that - had they just let me submit the application - I'd be well past my two years on the F-2 when they finished the paperwork.
30 November will thus find us trudging back to the Immigration office for a mix and repeat of last Friday's activities - that is, if the Korean government doesn't drown in its own cretinism first.






