Alright, well now that I'm at the airport and I've had my share of celebratory beers (for now), here's a rundown of sorts. (
Warning: This is long. Sorry - I'm a writer by trade.)
For background, I'm a 28-year-old guy from Brisbane who's been to the US six times since 2008 for vacations. This is the first time I've entered the DV lottery and my case number was somewhere between 300 and 310.
I did my medical and police checks in mid-August because I spent September and October on vacation in Colorado job-hunting. So by the time I got my interview date in mid-September I was all ready as far as paperwork was concerned.
I arrived in Sydney on Monday morning and had my new US-dimensions passport photo taken at Photoland on King and Pitt Streets, right by the theatre exit of the MLC Centre. It was $24.95 for two, but you only need the one. I had already tried the pharmacy inside MLC Centre (level 7, food court) but because Monday was Veterans Day in the US, whoever was in charge of the passport photos had taken the day off.
Monday night I had a few "take-the-edge-off" cocktails at Opera Bar in Sydney Harbour before heading back to my hotel (Travelodge Phillip St, literally three minutes' walk from the MLC Centre). When I checked in the guy had asked me what I was doing in town and I said I had an interview at Martin Place. He said "US consulate? We get a lot of guests for that sort of thing." so if you're an out-of-towner and looking for decent
close accommodation for a reasonable price, I'd recommend it.
My interview was scheduled for 9:30am Tuesday morning but I'm a nervy bastard at the best of times so I decided to just go in early and see if I couldn't get through a bit ahead of schedule. On top of that I had a flight booked for 4:00pm and didn't want to get caught up if it went for a few hours. I hit the Martin Place post office first for the required 3kg express post envelope for the return of my passport.
I went to level 10 at the MLC Centre, showed my ID and went through the metal detector sans shoes, belt, sunnies and phone. They held the latter two but I was allowed to put my belt and shoes back on. After that I sat in a row of chairs until the elevator attendant called me and two others over. She hit the 59 button and we headed up to the consulate. Before the door there's an official behind a window who checks your passport again before buzzing the door to let you into the room. You press the button on the machine for Immigrant Visas, which will print you out a ticket with C-### on it, and then you take a seat.
Inside is just like your average Medicare or Department of Transport office, only probably more nerve-wracking. The magazines are crap and there's a pretty generic border-security video playing on the TV. Unless you take a book or the newspaper (DO THIS), you'll be bored. I probably sat for the best part of an hour before my number (C409) was called. I went to my assigned window and a woman went through my paperwork pretty painstakingly. I was nervous even though I knew it was all in order (grade 12 certificate, university transcripts, police report, medical records, birth certificate, passport). I took bank statements showing I had savings but she didn't even look at them before giving them back.
She gave me a ticket to show the cashier so I went to pay my fee ($US330 or $A363) - I took cash just in case the card machines were down, which they weren't. After seeing my receipt the woman at the window finished off my paperwork, had me sign the DS-230 (?) form and then asked me to sit down and wait.
When I sat down, AllyJane from this board came and sat next to me and introduced herself. We talked for a bit then she did a mad dash downstairs to get the visa mailing address out of her phone - remember to do that folks! Write it on a sheet of paper because you don't have your phone in the room - while I watched her stuff. Not long after she returned my number was called again and I did the interview proper.
The interviewing officer took my fingerprints, make me take an oath that I'd be truthful and answer questions to the best of my ability and then she got stuck into it.
Why do you want to move to the US? What work do you do here? What work do you intend to do in the US? How will you support yourself while you look for work? Where will you stay? Why did you choose there? How do you know the person you're staying with?
Anyway after I answered her questions the interviewing officer looked at me with a deadpan expression and said "I have good news. You've been approved for the visa." She handed me
a slip of paper with my name and some basic instructions on it and said congratulations. After that I said a quick seeya-later to AllyJane and took off back downstairs to grab my phone and sunnies and head out.
So that's it! From door to door it took me two hours. I was out by 10:25am with a green card on its way. Now I just have to wait until I get the passport back because I leave again on November 24. I know they say not to book anything until you get the visa in the mail, but buying a ticket last-minute wasn't viable and I packed up my life and quit my job in anticipation for today. Based on the testimony of other forum members who had Tuesday interviews, I'm expecting to get it back Friday in the post.
All I can say in advice is
a) Take something hard-copy to read. Seriously. The magazines suck.
b) Answer truthfully but don't go overboard. One woman who interviewed right before me was obviously nervous and babbled incessantly about unnecessary bullshit and from where I was sitting I could hear the consular official getting frustrated.
c) On that note, be prepared for everyone to hear every detail of your interview. The office is very open-plan and the consular official's microphone broadcasts every question through the glass and into everyone's ears. There's another good reason to keep your answers nice and simple.
d) Don't be nervous! You got this far. Be excited!
Hopefully this all helps somewhat. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask!
Adrian