USCIS WOES.....

Ok-Right about now, I just wish this dragon would breathe fire on me and put me out of my misery of having to-once again-deal with the fabulous(not) USCIS.

News flash-the FBI needs another set of your fingerprints and $140 of your hard earned cash because...lo and behold...you might have had plastic surgery on your fingertips to change them in the past 15 months. Yes(gasp!)...for us arch criminal adoptive parents out there, this is the actual excuse one of us was given when we asked the USCIS why they needed another set of our prints. Well, you know, as well as I do, that none of us adoptive parents want or need the "pleasure" of dealing with immigration or homeland security more than once in our lives, and I'm sure that the prints that the great FBI has in their database will match my current fingerprints.

We went into the Boston office of the USCIS ...are you ready?...to make an appointment to make an appointment to go to another office and have our prints redone. We took this (completely useless) trip to the office because that is what the directions on our 171-H(797C) approval letter SAID to do. We went. We parked. We waited in line for an hour. We saw a live person! We got our hopes up! We had our turn. We spoke to the person. I said, "Hi. We are here to make an appt. to renew our fingerprints for our adoption." Person turned very rude, threw a paper at me and told me to fill it out and go see the cashier. ....
Um, yeah.
We shuffle over a bit to have a look at the paper. I'm sure I made a face. I know I made a comment. I called him a 'peach'. JC did not approve. I feel completely lost at what to do. I go back over to the desk, and thankfully meet a nice person who is taking over the mean person's shift. She says that I have to fill out a form online in order to get an appt. to come back. "It's real easy." she says. I suffer from sudden puzzlement., and say, "But we're already here. Can't someone just make us an appt now?" I get, "Oh no honey. you have to do that online."
I look at JC. He looks at me. I make a mad face. We leave-fuming...we go get the car pay $32 for parking and leave Boston. We go home and be crabby the rest of the day.
You have to make an appt, to make an appt, to then make another appt. to get refingerprinted(just in case us evil ones had secret-spy plastic surgery done).
What's up with that?!
Meliss