The Final Step
I now have a United States passport with a Chinese residency visa in it. I can come and go from China now as much as I like, so I think that next year a trip to Hong Kong for the weekend might be in order. I also got an IM from a former coworker who, coincidentally, is in China for a few weeks. He’s down near Shanghai, working on a project which, of course, I can’t tell you anything about. Butit just goes to show, everything is coming to China.
It’s one of the reasons I took this job. If I spend a few years here, not only will I be debt free with an assload of money in the bank, but I’ll also be able to speak passable Chinese, and THAT is going to be one hell of a valuable job skill in the future.
One funny aside: I take Chinese classes twice a week. The lessons are aimed specifically at people like me, businessmen living in China, so you learn useful words and phrases right away rather than “Which way to the library?” On page 48 it has the following exercise.
1. Say the following in Chinese and give answers:
(The English is given in Chinese word order):(1) You want whisky?
You want, not want ice—water?
See? You learn the important things. I’m sure “Which way to the nearest whorehouse?” will be in a future lesson.
So, anyway, getting back to the point of this post, the final step in my residency is to go to the police station and officially register my residence here. The last time I did this it was only a temporary residency permit, now I have to make it permanent. After that, it’s all official, I’m a Beijing resident.
Every time you change locations, though, you have to re-register. This includes hotels. So, if I went to Shanghai, the hotel would have me fill out a temporary change of residency form and let the local police know.
Funny story: when I was in Shanghai five years ago I came to Beijing one weekend to see the sites, and at the hotel I had to fill out one of these forms. There’s a line in there for occupation and I wrote “dog psychiatrist.” So, somewhere in the bowels of China’s massive communist bureaucracy is a piece of paper listing my occupation as dog psychiatrist.
