Well, I just had a look at the preview excerpts of her book on Google books, searching for various phrases re: immigration and visas.
It only lets you read a couple of sentences from each page, but by changing the search terms a bit and piecing it together you get a good idea of what happened:
-'"I couldn't even seek out work. With no visa, my hands were tied, and the yoga classes did little to fill my pocket or sense of ambition. My parents were worried about me, and so were my friends."'
(Guess no one told her that, as well as volunteering in a bookshop, teaching yoga classes was also considered 'working' in the UK)
- '“I've never overstayed a visa. I know you're only allowed six months with every stamp.” “You're only allowed to stay six months within a year.” “I thought it was six months at a time.” “No.” “Well,” I could hardly hear myself speak. My heart was...'
- “So why didn't you mention, when I asked you about work,that you volunteered at the book festival?” She had the tone of someone who had caught an elusive'
- '“Did you know it was illegal to volunteer without a volunteer visa?” I felt like laughing. Her bad cop was not terrifying any more but absurd. This whole thing was absurd. “I was not officially a volunteer, I just helped a friend.” “That still counts.” “So if I wanted to help an old lady cross the street, or set a dinner table for a friend, then that's illegal without a volunteer visa?” The immigration officer was silent for a moment. “How can we know if you went back to the Bookshop that you wouldn't ...'
- 'Look, Euan hires people from our community to work in the Bookshop. As I said, I have work in the States. I'm not taking anyone's job, nor do I plan to, if that's what you're worried about. ” “That's not what I'm 'worried about'.” Her face looked as if ...'
- "I remained silent and stared at the floor. “You're lucky you and your boyfriend's answers were the same. Things could have been much worse for you.” Her tone was struggling to be sympathetic. “We'll be holding onto your passport, of course.'
- 'The month had been filled with constant trips to a visa “expeditor”, who had promised to get anyone a UK visa in three days ... I'd quickly discovered, however, that visa expediting was a questionable business and the guarantee was not for obtaining it in three days, but for the service of submitting the papers on your behalf in that time.Two failed visas later the company was still “expediting” my applications. My first application, for a simple visitor's six month visa, had failed, despite the Glasgow immigration officer's assurance that it wouldn't. I was disappointed, but not surprised. They claimed I had been in the country too often to be considered a visitor.'
- 'My second application, for an extended stay visitor's visa, also failed because of the evil looking black stamp that the immigration officer had placed...'
- 'When I got the second rejection I had sat in the office of the visa expeditors, my head buried in my hands. My choices ... Every time I applied for a new visa, it cost me a small fortune in fees that I did not get back even if my application was rejected.'
- '“We could try to get you a small business visa, if you felt like expanding the company to the UK.” “Yes!” I nearly jumped out of my chair. This could be the perfect solution. Two weeks later, despite great efforts on the part of the woman from the embassy, we ran into a snag. I was a sole trader, and by expanding to the UK, it would not be expanding the company, but moving the company. This was a big
difference.'
- 'I just heard news that my visa was rejected...” I breathed a deep belly breath that my yoga teacher would have been proud of. I needed to ground myself. The officer patted my arm. “Go home.” He took the paper from my hands and stamped it'
(sounds like maybe she tried to apply to switch from a visitor visa in-country?)
- 'Name: Jessica Fox Type: work no funds Status: 6 month working visa Expires: January 2011 It had arrived. I found myself touching the visa and flipping it over in my hands to make sure it wasn't an apparition. There was a large sticker with my ...-
- 'They were granting me a six month working visa, and I now held it in my hands. In less than 24 hours I would be once again in Euan's arms, sitting in our home above the Bookshop in the best,biggest, little town in Scotland: Wigtown. It felt too...'