I’m slowly but surely following the road to be less idiot and accomodate to Canadian society. Believe me, it hasn’t been easy, but there is nothing I can do against bureaucracy and family tragedies. Today I’m getting prepared to FINALLY take my driver’s test tomorrow; you think that something as simple as that doesn’t take a person 3 years and a half? Wrong… in my case, that’s what it has taken. Like I said, not my fault, I’m a good driver! This post is loooong… Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
When I came to Canada, my Colombian license said it was expired, but it actually wasn’t. I could tell you the whole story and give you the name of the articles in the code that made it valid, but that’s not the point (but there was no way I could prove to the Canadian authorities that my license was valid indeed). Anyway, when I came here I sent the license back to my dad so he could get a new one for me, with no expiration date as all the new driver’s licenses are in Colombia. In the process, he died, I went back to Colombia, I came back to Canada, spent 6 months depressed and one year later I went to see my family again.
During the months I spent with my family in Colombia I renewed the license and came back to Canada ready to hit the road again, but I’m a big procrastinator and I just felt comfortable having my husband to drive me around. 10 months after having my Colombian license valid I decided to go for a “échange de permis” to the SAAQ and they told me everything was ok, they were going to get me a space to take the test, when this lady came saying that they couldn’t validate my license because I arrived in Canada in Dec. 1999 and my license said it was given to me in 2001, so they needed proof that I was holding a license before that.
Dizzy yet? Well, I got really angry that day and I told the lady that I had a driver’s license, proving I could drive and “what else do you need? darn it!”. I remember it was the first time I actually got so angry with a public employee when I always try to understand them. But the anger wasn’t going to take me anywhere, so I left the building and immediately called mom to ask her to get me a certificate where it said that I held a license before. And I’m not describing you the whole bureacratic process to have the translation and everything.
It turned out that when my grandma died and I went to Colombia I went to get the paper personally; it was not going to be ready for a couple of weeks and then Patrice had the accident, I had to come back to Canada and wait for my mom to send the paper by mail, which from Colombia can take ages, and I didn’t want her to spend a lot of money in express post. The papers finally arrived at the end of February (GASPS!) and I called to get an appointment at the SAAQ, which I got only a couple of months later.
I went to the SAAQ, passed the vision tests, they accepted the papers, but then I had to get a medical certificate because I’m Diabetic. So, there I was visiting the Optometrist and my family Dr. to ask them to tell the SAAQ that my health conditions weren’t going to affect my driving. I sent the papers and I got a response 3 weeks after saying that everything was fine and that I could proceed to get my Type 5 license.
(I was supposed to go for the test at the beginning of August, but then I was called to be told I was going to be hired by a big company here in Montreal and I had to postpone all appointments because I wasn’t sure when I was going to start training — As of this day, the stupid people at Human Resources of that company finally told me I wasn’t going to be hired because I didn’t speak perfect French — BS! I wasted a whole month and a half waiting to start working, for nothing.)
Ok, continuing with the story: I got another appointment at the SAAQ and that’s the one I’m going for tomorrow. To pass the theorical test and, if I want, the road test. But I think I’m going to pay for the learner’s license and practice for a couple of weeks to gain confidence in the roads of Quebec. Wish me luck!