Nevada Work Permit Application 2010-2024 Form

Immigrating to Canada turned out to not entirely be what I expected.Part 1:I landed in Toronto-Pearson International Airport (YYZ) this past Monday afternoon, excited to begin my yearlong journey as an AI Resident at Uber ATG. Everything mostly went according to plan initially - I got off the plane, filled out the customs form, told the border officer I was applying for a temporary work permit, and went into the immigration room. Here the wait time was longer, but I waited ~40 min and got called up by an officer. Then I gave him all the necessary materials to process. After ~10 more minutes, he told me to go to the cashier to pay the work permit fee.The cashier and I had a short conversation. Then he asked me what I’ll be doing. “I’ll be doing AI research on self-driving cars,” I said.“Didn’t those self-driving cars kill someone a while back? And you’re bringing them into Canada?”“Well…”“I swear to god, if one of these self-driving cars comes and hits my house…my car…my family…my cat….I’m coming after you.”He also said some other things that I’d rather not repeat. He said all of this in a laughing manner so I laughed along but in the back of my mind I was thinking “Does he actually know where I live I just got here I don’t wanna die.”I took the receipt and went back to the immigration officer processing my application. As I’m standing there I see the cashier come out of his office, around the corner to where the immigration officer is sitting, and then point to me: “Do you see this fucking guy? This fucking guy is working on self-driving cars - he’s gonna kill us all.” They both laughed. “Remember, if you hit anybody in Canada, I’m coming after you,” the cashier repeated.I’m not the type of person who’s easily offended and to be honest the whole situation was pretty funny (I don’t actually feel threatened), but still that conversation was a bit strange. It was not a conversation I expected to have with Canadian immigration. Anyways, I got my work permit and headed out to the arrivals floor, and that was that! Right?Nope. While weird, my interactions with the officers didn’t cause me any actual inconvenience. But my immigration experience wasn’t over.Part 2:I woke up bright and early the next morning at my Airbnb and went down to the nearest Service Canada center at 8:45am to apply for my Social Insurance Number (SIN), which is similar to the SSN in the US. I need to have a SIN for basically everything involved with a long-term stay in Canada: getting paid, opening a bank account, signing a lease, paying taxes. I waited half an hour until my number was called, and then I went to the desk of the service rep and gave my work permit and passport.Within 30 seconds she told me that the country of birth on my work permit was incorrect. I double checked my permit and indeed it was. Somehow the immigration officer had filled it in wrong, even though the country of birth was listed right there on my passport. “Unfortunately you’ll have to get your work permit revised, and we can’t give you a SIN right now,” she said. Jesus.There was a number that I could call in the back of my permit for more information. I tried to call with my cell phone and got an automated message saying something like, “Your number is blocked because it’s not from a recognized area.” My phone plan had free roaming in Canada, but my number was still a US number. So I went back to the Service Canada center and asked if I could borrow the landline. Luckily they had one available. I sat in the chair and called the number again. After spending a bunch of time navigating through the phone menu, I finally found the number to speak to a human. “There are too many calls in the queue right now, please call back at a later time.” I waited 5 minutes and called again. “There are too many calls in the queue right now, please call back at a later time.”“Do you need any help?” The lady who assisted me asked. She picked up the phone and called the number for the third time. Somehow this time it finally got through, and she handed the phone back to me. Estimated wait time: 30 minutes. I sat for 30 minutes in this cramped chair, clutching the landline in the Service Canada office, waiting for a human to respond.Finally someone picked up. I explained to him my situation.“The only way you can make a change to your work permit is by mailing it in,” he said gruffly.“Um ok. How long would that take to process?”“1 month.”“1 month?? Are you serious (are you fucking kidding me)?? Can I not just go back to the airport?”“It won’t work.”“Are you sure?”“They can’t fix the work permits there. You can try, but it won’t work.”I hung up the phone. I was starting to panic. It was now 10:45–11am, and I had planned to open a bank account / start viewing apartments later that day; all those plans had vaporized. I double checked the web instructions for mailing the work permit in. In order to even mail in the work permit, I had to print and fill out two other forms and send everything in an envelope. How did postage even work in Canada? Also if it took 1 month for me to get the work permit fixed, I wasn’t even sure if I’d be allowed to be employed at that point. The research program was only supposed to last 1 year, and this 1-month delay would cut into that substantially. How was I going to live in this country? Was I going to be shipped back to the US?I frantically emailed my recruiters telling them about my situation. I then remembered that the immigration firm Uber partnered with, who helped me apply for the work permit, left the contact info of one of the lawyers, so I immediately called the number. Both times he didn’t pick up, and the second time I left a voicemail. In the meantime, I was pondering my backup options. One option was to actually mail in the work permit, but that was less than ideal. Moreover I didn’t entirely trust what the human operator said; it seemed ridiculous to me that the border agents couldn’t give me a revised work permit, given that they created the initial copy for me. I was contemplating going back to the airport to speak to the border agents anyways.5 minutes later, the lawyer called me back.“Go back to the airport to get your work permit fixed,” he said. “We’ll work everything out.”Oh my god. Something in his calm, assured voice told me everything was going to be alright.I walked out of Service Canada and took an Uber straight to YYZ (these Ubers aren’t cheap either, they’re about $50 CAD each) to the departures hall of Terminal 1. I followed the lawyer’s instructions on the phone to go to the back of the terminal, behind the bathroom, around a few corners, and finally to a metal door with a buzzer. I called the buzzer and said I needed to get my work permit fixed. The immigration agent let me in and told me to take the elevator down one floor.While the departures hall was bright, modern, and lit with sunshine, this room I stepped into was dim, cramped, and small. I told the border agent behind the glass barrier that I needed to get the country of birth on my work permit fixed.“I’m not sure this is possible to fix here,” he said. “Have you tried calling the number in the back?”“Yes I did.”“Well I don’t know if we can help.”“But I was on the phone with our immigration firm and they told me I could come here. Would you be able to take a look and just see if it’s possible? Please?”I was practically begging at this point. He took my work permit somewhat reluctantly and went into a back room. I waited. And waited for about 40 minutes.Finally, a separate border agent came up to the glass window. “We’re on the phone with [the immigration firm],” she told me. “We’ll try and get it fixed.”Thank god. I waited another 30–40 minutes and finally the agent came back with a new work permit. “You’re all set now.” I checked the new permit and indeed, the country of birth field was now correct. I then spent some time looking over every other detail so I didn’t have to go through the same experience again. I breathed a giant sigh of relief.By the time I got back to the Service Canada office, it was around 2pm. I immediately booked another appointment and managed to get my SIN that same day, though I didn’t have enough time afterwards to make an appointment to open a bank account before the bank closed. But that wasn’t a big deal. I was just incredibly relieved and happy that I would actually be able to work in this country.There are a few people that I wanted to thank. Thank you, Uber’s immigration firm, for helping me get my work permit revised in a timely fashion. They essentially helped me bypass a ton of official government bureaucracy; I’m honestly not sure what the border agents would have done if I had just shown up at the airport without the firm’s help. Thank you border agents for actually helping to revise my permit on the spot. Thank you Uber HR for responding quickly and helping to loop the relevant people in. Thank you to the service Canada rep who asked how I was doing and helped to give me advice. And thank you to the two Uber drivers to/from the airport who I was venting to.Moral of the story? I’m not sure, but maybe double check that your papers are correct right after you get them from immigration, because getting them fixed is a huge pain. I was incredibly fortunate that I was able to work with an immigration firm, and I understand that many others are not so lucky. I was also fortunate that I had not yet started work, and so had ample time to get set up - figuring that out while working would have created an additional mental burden and taken much longer. I’m still befuddled that a small mistake by an immigration officer can seriously affect your ability to live and work here if you don’t have the right means to tackle it.

I would love to. Unfortunately the government prevents you from doing something like that.For instance, there are SEVERAL very large potholes on my neighborhood streets that I regularly throw my car out of alignment on, particularly in higher volume traffic times when I can’t swerve.We had a neighbor who finally got sick of the one in front of his house. He’d been trying to get the city to repair it for about 18 months. So he bought concrete, filled it in, smoothed it, and hand mixed asphalt, laid it over it, and rolled it level with a hand roller he’d rented. Frankly it was better than 95% of the repairs the city had done.And what happened? He got cited by the city, paid a fine, and the city came out and stripped out the repair work he had done. Evidently he was not permitted and the city has a contract for pothole repair.That pothole is still there — only worse than before because when they tore out the repair, they made it worse.I’ve seen this when neighbors get together to pave an alley. Want to plant trees or shrubs in the median? Or along the parkway? You can’t. There are rules against it. Sure you can fill out some forms, file a request with the city planning and zoning, set it for hearing in 60 days, notify everyone of the hearing, get planning and zoning to approve it, then set it before city council to be debated and voted on, typically another 60–90 days later, go and present, get a vote, and hope it passes. But that’s ridiculous.How about just paying people to pick up litter? Again, better have a permit for that, or you can get a host of different violations.There’s a reason why this isn’t being done all over already. Because not only do large city governments do a HORRIBLE job maintaining their cities, but they actively work to make sure they have a monopoly on doing so.

The law inside a gun show is exactly the same outside a gun show.Virtually all of the tables with guns on them for sale at a show are licensed dealers. They are FFLs. A gun show is simply a mobile storefront for them. But the same rules for sale at a show are the same as if you walked into a brick-and-mortar shop.There are private sellers at gun shows. It is legal to dispose of personal firearms in accordance with State and Federal law. This is where the whole “universal background checks” (UBC) conversation starts. UBCs are the so-called “gun show loophole” repackaged. It is the idea that a person selling their guns without government oversight is so offensive that must be stopped and monitored.But gun shows have nothing to do with it. It is up to the state to decide how to regulate private sales of guns. Some like California have UBCs. No private sales permitted. Others have a 50/50 rule with handguns being subject to UBCs but long guns are not. Many have no restriction as long as Federal law is followed.Some gun shows, in fact, don’t permit private sales either in the show or on the property where it is held. The big gun show I attend does not permit them. You can bring a gun for private sale into the show but either have to transfer it through a dealer or leave the property entirely to sell the gun. Basically not anywhere in sight of the front door or in the venue parking lot.But for 95%+ of all sales at a gun show you will be working with an FFL, filling out a form 4473 and passing a background check. Then, and only if the law allows, will you be leaving with your gun. The last gun I bought at a gun show I didn’t leave with as it was a handgun sale across State lines so, per Federal law, I had to have it shipped to a dealer in my state and transfer it there.So much for the so-called “gun show loophole”.

It is not the way of travelling (e.g. flying) to certain places that is restricted, the restriction is about entering the country. As a general rule, if you are not in a position to be allowed into a country by air travel, you're not allowed to enter it by boat either.In practice, when you sail somewhere you are usually expected to show up in a border and customs office available in certain ports as quickly as possible and report your entry there with appropriate documentation and they will e.g. stamp your crew's passports and may ask to check your vessel. If you're in a country that wouldn't have allowed you in by air, they will reject you there as well and ask you to leave their territorial waters immediately and maybe they would even escort you out.If you're about to leave the territorial waters of a country, you just do the reverse, show up at a border and customs office to tell them you're about to leave.Actually it is no different than flying really, as by flying your aslo entering territorial airspace before showing up for border inspection. Only differenc there is, that airlines will check your documentation beforehand out of theri own interest, because it will be usually their responsibility to take you back immediately, if you're denied entry.

US doesn’t issue work permits to individuals. If you find a company who is willing to hire you as a foreigner, they can petition for a working visa on your behalf. But the process is neither easy nor short. Start looking for jobs at US based employers. If you find a suitable job, communicate with the company and see if they are willing to petition for your visa. Most of them will not be. Just a warning.

I’m personally unaware of there being two types of concealed weapon licenses. The states where I’ve held a permit issued only one type.One reason that there isn’t nationwide reciprocity is that, until recently, some states didn’t issue permits at all. There are states where permits are still effectively unavailable, as they are so difficult to get that there might as well not be any.Another is that the requirements to obtain the permits vary considerably. I live in Washington state. Here, you fill out a form, have your fingerprints taken at the police station, and pay a fee. If a records check doesn’t bring up any red flags, you get the permit in the mail within a week or two. It’s good for five years. To renew, you fill out another form and send in the money. With one of these, I can carry any firearm that’s lawful to possess. I don’t need to demonstrate that I know how to use a gun, or even that I have ever touched one.In other states, applicants have to take a educational course and then pass a proficiency test. Still other states can put discretionary conditions on the license, e.g. valid only during hours of darkness, valid only when going to and from work, etc. Those would be difficult to regulate out of the permit holder’s home state.Not all state-issued licenses are honored outside of the state of issue. Most professional licenses are valid only in the state where they are issued. I suspect that concealed weapon permits will be treated the same for the foreseeable future.

Stupidity doesn’t come into it. [EDIT: The question originally began with, “Why is the U.S. so stupid as to not require an ID to vote?”} You seem to think that “you don’t have to show a picture ID at the polling place” means the same as “there are no safeguards in place to prevent fraud at the polling place.”Suppose you are on vacation from overseas in California, a state that doesn’t require a picture ID at the polling place. You wake up on a Tuesday morning, and learn from the news that it is election day. You decide to vote. How do you go about doing it?You can ask the concierge at your hotel where the closest polling place is. The likely answer: “I don’t have any idea.” People vote in the precincts where they live; they have no reason to know where any other polling places are.So you just walk around town until you see a sign directing you to a polling place. You go in and approach the poll worker. She will ask for your name. What do you say? You will have to give the name of a voter who is registered to vote in that precinct. Suppose you say “James Smith” (the most common man’s name in the U.S.) and by chance there is a James Smith on the list for that precinct.With a little more luck, neither the poll worker nor anyone nearby will know the real James Smith, so you won’t be found out that way.What next? She will ask you for your address. If you don’t know the address, you’re sunk. Or maybe she sees that James Smith has already voted. Either way, the poll worker will likely call the police, and you will be arrested for voter fraud, and could spend a few years in jail.Could same-day registration save you? No. You go and say “I want to register to vote,” and fill out the form they give you. You will have to claim an address in the precinct. If you are from overseas, do you know the proper form for U.S. addresses? Do you know the boundaries of that particular precinct? Can you come up with an address in the precinct? Then the big barrier. Show that you live there.It’s true that you don’t need a picture ID for this part. But you do need some evidence that you live in the precinct. Do you have that? Library card, electricity bill, anything? No, you don’t. Again, you’re sunk. And again, the police might be called.You suggested that a green-card holder might do this. (That is, a legal permanent resident who is not a citizen.) They would be able to gather some of this information beforehand. But they still have the problem of pretending to be someone who is actually registered in the precinct, who will likely also go to vote on that day. And the green-card holder has another penalty to worry about, other than the three years in jail. They can be deported, and never permitted to return to the U.S., losing everything about the life in America they worked to build.What made you think this would be easy and consequence-free?

Minimum Working Age in Nevada, minors aged 14 and up are able to seek employment. Those who are interested in working merely need to find a job; no work permit is needed for minors residing in the state.

The State of Nevada dictates 16 and 17-year-old employees may not work more than eight hours any given day or more than 48 hours a week. Furthermore, youth employed to deliver goods or messages may not work between the hours of 10:00pm to 5:00am.

Walmart sets the minimum hiring age for entry-level store jobs at sixteen. For leadership rolls and positions involving the use of machinery, Walmart sets hiring age limits at 18. Most entry-level job titles with the department store chain require little-to-no experience in order to earn employment.

In Nevada, minors aged 14 and up are able to seek employment. Those who are interested in working merely need to find a job; no work permit is needed for minors residing in the state. As the federal government does not require work permits, minors living in Nevada do not have to obtain one prior to seeking work.

Nevada Revised Statutes do not require that youth age fourteen (14) and over to have work permits. NRS does require that youth under fourteen (14) have permission from the District Court Judge. Further information regarding juvenile work permits can be located in Nevada Revised Statutes, Chapter 609.