Fingerprinting experience
My wife and I were at the Collier Road, Atlanta ASC for fingerprinting today. It is 75 North, Howell Mill Exit, Right on Howell Mill, Left on Collier Road - to the destination on the right. The ASC is at the back of a very non-descript building.
At 9:45 am, parking was almost full, with some stray hard-to-get spots available. It was drizzling as well. We left everything in the car and went in with only our FP appointment letter and green card.
When we walked upto the door at 9:55 am, they let my wife in for her 10:00 am appointment. I was asked to come back at 10:45 am for the 11:00 am appointment.
At 10:45 am, there was a long line waiting to be cleared by the security guy at the gate - who ensured that only those for the 11:00 am appt. gained entry. He checked to make sure we had our letter + green card, that we did not have our cellphone with us (leave it in the car), and asked the women to leave their handbags in the car.
As I walked in, we stood in line for another security guy who checked our appt. letter and green card, asked us to show our palms open, then gave us a simple form (name/address/phone number/A#/SSN/etc) to fill up.
Once the form was filled up (in less than 5 minutes), we stood in line for another guy to check the form, the appt. letter, green card and our palms (yes, all over again - third time now), then made some entries on the appt. letter, and gave me a token #. He also gave me a booklet (+ CD) with those 100 civics questions. Then I sat down and waited for my number to be called. By now it was 11:05 am.
My wife, who had gone in at 10:00 am, was still seated waiting for her number to be called. She was called for the fingerprinting at 11:30, and was done by 11:45 am.
It is a good idea to take a book to read. Thoroughly boring environment inside. People were all generally very tense - for nothing. No one smiled. Even those who gathered enough courage to communicate, talked in whispers - as though in a funeral. And the USCIS folks inside were matter-of-fact - not courteous, no 'please', and issuing commands like - 'Come here', 'Stand here', 'Show your palms', 'Open it, I said'... People just did as they were told with a silly grin on their faces. Some were dressed like they were at a job interview or Sunday church or a funeral; some others were dressed business casual and relaxed; some were dreadful. Even as I gazed around, people averted the eyes, and looked down, or sleep pretended to be in deep meditation. Among the several fingerprinting agents, I saw one Indian, one hispanic, one Chinese (or Taiwanese) who was always grinning, 2 African-Americans, and one of an indeterminate heritage. Very diverse workforce.
Like I said, take a book to read - otherwise you will be pretty bored'. I did not have a book - so I read that civics booklet inside out twice. I am now prepared for the 100 questions.
There is a clean restroom facility inside. Also a drinking water fountain. People tip-toed to and from the restroom - careful not to disturb anyone, least of all those USCIS agents.
My token number flashed at around 12:15 pm. I walked in, and was escorted by a hispanic-looking woman who, for some strange reason, showed a lot of cleavage. I did not mind it, but thought to myself that it was not quite professional to dress like that in a USCIS setting. She asked to take my jacket off, put the papers down, and prepare to be fingerprinted. She asked me to verify that my name was spelt correctly in the system, that the address and all other details were correct. The agent then sprayed some Windex on the FP surface of the machine, and kept wiping/drying my fingers periodically - as she twisted and turned my 10 fingers (5 on each hand, to be sure
) and took the fingerprints that the machine dourly accepted. When she was done, she yelled "QA", and a large woman materialized suddenly to verify the name/other details and all the fingerprint impressions on the computer, and then with a flourish, OK-ed it all. I was given my FP appointment letter and green card back, asked to fill up a yellow survey form, and leave.
I looked around for Atlanta Brother's wife - her FP was scheduled around 12:00 noon - but could not spot her. I was also embarassed to go around asking the women, "Are you Atlanta brother's wife?". I hope her FP went off well.
I filled up the survey form about their service, dropped it in the box at the exit, and left.
As I left the building, it was still drizzling. It was 12:45 pm. I got into my car and drove off for luch at 'Curry in a hurry' at the Global Mall, Norcross, and then on to work.
One more step closer to citizenship!! And now the wait starts - for the interview letter.