Job Hunt, Take 1

For the last 2 months, I've spent my time moving in (almost done unpacking, almost)  and spending time with my husband's 12 year old son.  Today my first weekday of freedom. And today I decided to get a job.  Ok, Ok, I decided I needed a job along time ago.  But, with my newly found empty nest; I'm actually going to do it.

Everyone I meet says I'll be able to find a job easy, even though I don't speak Norwegian. This is because of my previous oil field experience.  However, I'm slightly skeptical.  I met a girl with offshore experience who couldn't find a job here for a year, and ended up taking a rotational position into Nigeria.  I will say her experience was specialized, but still.  

Since I know nothing about the job market, and really don't know how much I'm worth or what my experience is really valued at here;  I walked into a Head Hunter / Oil Field Recruiters office today.  It went well, he seemed happy enough with my experience, and told me he would start sending things my way.  We'll see.  Wish me luck.

p.s. As a reward for my aggressive nature towards employment today, I have allowed myself to drink one of my coveted Dr Peppers.  Oh the joy.   Yummy yummy in my tummy.

Almost Legal.

The joy, oh the joy.  Yesterday a letter came in the mail, my immigration letter. It said, I was to go to the police station with my passport.  So off I went to this place called UDI this lovely windy cold morning.  Of course, I was told that they would have to book me an appointment, and that I would have to come back on February 6th!!! The first available appointment.

About to walk off in disappointment the lady said "oh, now you go to the tax line."  "The tax line?", I say.  A little smirk started to come out in glee.  She said "for your number."  "Oh, yes of course, thanks", I'm sure my joy was overcoming me by this point.

After waiting in the tax line, a very lovely pretty darn cute young man told me that "no, no number today,  but you will get one in the mail. Along with information on getting a doctor."  He told me in less than 1 week, I should have my number.  However, I highly doubt however that I will get anything in the mail for at least 2-3 weeks.  Immigration is notoriously slow about everything.  And, he says, that I can start working immediately if I wish.  Work!  Finally!  Now I just have to find a job!!!

The joy a letter and almost a number can bring.  Now I can think about work.