Being new to this diary malarkey, I figure I should introduce myself. I’m an 18 year old, the son of Moose Brit, and am currently in the USA working with Clean Tech for Obama.
It’s been two weeks, three days, and twenty three hours since I stepped off one of the fastest trans-atlantic flight I’ve ever been on (thank you Virgin) and onto American soil, to help in any way possible Barack Obama get elected.
Well not quite. I first had to brave the longest, most illegal immigration line in history. First off, a guy who didn’t speak a word of English had obviously not realised he needed to fill in Visa forms. Cue a would-be-funny-if-my-body-didn’t-think-it-was-3am moment where the immigration officer tried to explain to him what he had to do by pointing to the Russian language form, obviously without being able to speak a word of English.
Next, an elderly Asian woman tried to get into the country using only very bad English, and… her drivers license. I kid you not. She was promptly carted off to some anonymous grey room where she was probably hired as a Visa form writer, considering how confusingly they’re worded.
Anyway, after this rather strange welcome to the US, I hopped in a cab an arrived pretty quickly arrived at the apartment where I would be staying. I got out, paid the driver, walked up and rang the buzzer. No answer.
So, there I was. An