100pts

Since being back here, I've really noticed how INSANELY difficult it is for a citizen of this country (me in this case) to get re-established AS a citizen. Let me explain.

I attempted to open up a bank account the other week. I was told I needed 100pts of ID, and given a long list about what I could choose from. MY passport was only worth 70pts. (D's was worth a full hundred right off the bat, and he's not even from here) So I needed an additional 30pts of ID. My U.S ID card was good enough, but none of my creditcards were since none of them are linked to any Australian credit lists. So I was short by 5pts. They told me to go and get on the electoral roll, since that would be the last remaining points needed for my 100pts of ID.

Okay, no worries, thought I. This shouldn't be too difficult. And, it wasn't. I went down to the roll office, submitted my app and was told it would take roughly a week (maybe 2) to get to me. Disgruntled, but mostly okay with that, I toddled off home, unable to open up any other accounts just at that moment.

When the THIRD week rolled around, and I still hadn't received my Electoral Roll card, we made a call down to the Office, and they told us to come in and they'd print something up for me to take down to the bank. So, we headed down there once again and picked up the letter, then headed over to the bank to open up the account. This was going smoothly until the moron at the bank said my U.S ID card wasn't acceptable, which of course made me argue with her that it was, and she should probably talk with the other girl who had given me this information. She hurried out of the room to talk to the other girl, and came back in WITH the bank manager AND the other girl, and together they searched through their lists on the computer and finally came to the conclusion that yes, my international ID card was an acceptable form of ID.

Hurrah, I got my bank account up and running.

Very happy with this, we then plodded across to the Medicare building, and I attempted to sign up with that. My attempt was feeble however, since even though I had my passport, and ID, and bank statement, and all the SHIPPING DOCUMENTS proving I had shipped all my crap back to this country for the purpose of living here, it seems that Customs no longer stamps your passport upon re-entry into your country of birth. Or, at least in Australia. I know this because there ARE NO stamps indicating I arrived back here in my passport. Apparently that's all done electronically now. So, because I didn't have a stamp in my passport, the lady at Medicare told me they needed proof that I'd arrived back into the country, NEVERMIND THAT I WAS STANDING THERE INFRONT OF HER. She informed me I'd need to bring in my boarding pass and my itinerary, proving I wasn't about to leave the country again. At this, I said, "Who the hell keeps their boarding pass!?" She then said I needed to bring in just the itinerary.

Annoyed, we walked over to the nearby Flight Centre office, and I gave them all my details, and asked if they could print out a copy of my itinerary. Lo and behold, there was no record of it! No record that I'd made a booking, much less flown on Air New Zealand to get home. You can well imagine how I wanted to strangle SOMEONE by this point.

The woman at Flight Centre says she's going to ring Air New Zealand (even though I'd already supplied her with my passport AND the name, address, email address and phone number of my travel agent who I booked with) to see if they had the itinerary. After numerous searching through their records, they could not find me either. There was no record of my ever having purchased tickets, nor having even flown with them. This meant, obviously, that I couldn't get my itinerary re-printed.

Now I'm MORE annoyed and pissed off, so we head back home (because I have all that information there) to get it. Unfortunately, it turns out I didn't have my itinerary, couldn't find it anywhere, BUT I did find my boarding pass! We then called the Medicare hotline, told the CSR the whole story (to which he remarked, "that's bloody stupid" and promptly called the office where I had been) and he told us that all I needed was my boarding pass. An itinerary was not necessary.

Okay, whew. So, I grab everything I need for Medicare (again) and head back down to the office. The moron I dealt with earlier was nowhere in sight, and thankfully I ended up getting a really sweet and lovely lady, who helped me out with everything, and I was allowed to sign in with Medicare once and for all. THANK CHRIST.

Then, I headed across to Centrelink to sign up with them, and was ever so relieved that I didn't have any more bullshit to deal with. Well, nothing too major, anyway. In order to get my Newstart, I need to bring 100pts of ID AND another document (either birth cert. or passport, preferably both) to prove who I am. Well, because I'd left the U.S in such a rush, I (somehow) left behind my birth cert. and had to reapply for a new one, which I was able to do today. That should be here just in time for my Newstart assessment interview which is in 2 weeks. If it isn't, my pay gets held up until I can bring that in for the ID point garbage.

What pissed me off more than anything, is that these places require a passport AND a birth certificate proving who I am, regardless that TO GET A PASSPORT YOU NEED A BIRTH CERTIFICATE! It's a government issued document for christ sake! It's perfectly legal, has my photo on it, and my date of birth! Interestingly enough, if I'd re-entered MY country on my U.S passport, that alone would be the 100pts I need to do anything and get anything I wanted, nevermind the fact that if I HAD re-entered on my U.S passport, I would only be allowed to stay here IN MY BIRTH COUNTRY for three months!!!! Does this strike anyone else as completely fucking ridiculous?

D's CANADIAN passport gives him more rights (as ID) than mine does, AND I WAS BORN HERE!!! It's insane. So of course this means I'll be writing a lovely letter to the local member of parliament, and telling her some things need to change. It's not right and it's not bloody fair that I (or any Aussie re-entering their OWN country) has to go through all this shit!

Anyway. Thankfully it's all done now and over with. I have my Newstart Assessment Interview in 2 weeks, and an interview with a local headhunter day after tomorrow to see if I can find some work. I'm not holding my breath, however.

Quick Picture

With the Roos


This was taken on May 28th at the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary. Click the picture for the full image! I have more on my Flickr account, which I'll finish doing up a little later on, and then post the link.

"I see RED people!"

I dyed my hair tonight - RED! And it's such a bright, brilliant red too. It looks absolutely fantastic, though admittedly I was a little nervous in the beginning since I've never had such a "fiery intense red" before.

It's the new "LIVE" line by Schwarzkopf in the colour #37, Hypnotic Red. D absolutely loves it (bonus) and I'll post pictures in the next few days!

"Oh boy, sleep! That's where I'm a viking!"

So the dream started out with a bunch of people that I knew: myself, D, my Mum, my Aunty Sharron and her husband, my cousin Kerri, Nick & Jessica and The Ex.

We were in a rather large house, I've no idea where it was located, but it was a nice design; the front room was the lounge room, off to the left was a long hall way from the front door, and mine and D's room was off to the left of the hall. At some point I wandered into the room and saw my cousin Kerri making out with some guy, they were fairly well naked at this point, and I shouted at them to get the hell out.

It was at this point that I walked out into the dining room area, where everyone (except Nick and Jessica) was standing around chatting, and as I walked in, The Ex was there, sitting on my right. I screamed in surprise (and a little bit of terror) at seeing him, and by the look on his face, it was not the kind of "welcome" he'd been expecting.

I thought to myself that I needed to call D at work (in Canada, so I'm assuming we were all living there at this point in the dream) and tell him about it, so I told The Ex I'd be right back, and ran down to the bedroom, fishing through all my unpacked bags and boxes, looking for a sheet of information D had emailed me months before. I couldn't find it of course, and by that time, The Ex had followed me and was in my room - I shooed him out into the living room, and he sat down on a blue velvet lounge chair, and was about to tell me he still loved me and wanted me back, when I held up my hand to stop him, and said, "Don't tell me that. Just say what you came here to say."

He was clearly not happy with that response, hurt by it even. I have no idea what he said then - the following part of the dream is blank, and then suddenly I was out on the verandah with Jessica, and she was crying and sniffling about her most recent fight with Nick. (!!!!)

She then said to me, "I've never done this before" in regards to something she'd done or said to Nick, and suddenly she was kissing me. (!!!!!!) Even more amazing than that, apparently I really liked the whole kissing thing, and I remember she was a fantastic kisser, so we ended up making out for awhile.

And then I woke up. =\

My Head Hurts

So I got my machine. It's pretty sad, really. I have a dodgey stick of RAM (or it's a dodgey RAM bank, who knows) and every so often, for no reason whatsoever, I get a brief warning that my machine is doing a "physical memory dump" and reboots.

When you're in the midst of doing something, LIKE WRITING A POST, and it suddenly bleeps and reboots, you tend to get a little snippy.

My brother thought that since it's the RAM (or RAM bank) that I should just upgrade the three essential parts of this machine: Motherboard, CPU and RAM. So we made some calls, checked out a website, and came to find out it's only going to cost me $254 to upgrade those three essential parts. The only bad thing about that, is that I currently don't HAVE $254. Sigh.

At least I was able to play Sim City 4 last night for a good amount of time before it shit the bed on me. I really miss having the money to just go out and buy whatever I want, whenever I want it. Sigh.

Playing it Old School, Yo

So tonight we're out on the balcony (and it's a pretty balmy night I must say) and chatting about upcoming games that are set for release in the next few months, because you know we're gamer geeks, and this is what we do.

So the Sims 2 is launching another expansion (a trumped up Hot Date but MUCH better - OMG you can drive CARS!), Black & White 2 and a myriad of other games as well. This conversation spurred rumours circulating about Blizzard creating Diablo 3, which is said to already be in the works, and that the soundtrack for the game has already been completed.

All I can say for this is: YAY!!!!!!!

So this, of course, prompted a conversation about Diablo 2, and as we were reminiscing about it, D decides he wants to reinstall it. And so does my brother. And so do I, because GOD DAMMIT I can't remember Act 5, and for some reason, that's akin to sinning something awful.

The only problem with this is that I don't have my own machine. My brother informs me they have a junk box downstairs, and he has a spare video card and soundcard, and all we're going to need is a monitor and keyboard. He makes a few calls, and voila! I have a keyboard and monitor, about half an hour away. He toddles off to get these pieces of equipment, leaving me home to munch on yummy flavoured popcorn and leaving D to load up, install, patch and play Diablo 2.

I'm watching over his shoulder, desperately wishing my brother to get home very quickly so that he can put together my machine so I can play.

WoW be damned, I'm going back to multiplayer via LAN.

Celebrity Sighting

I know I said I'd post last week and I didn't, and that was just laziness on my part. I actually did a heap of travelling in the end of last week, and didn't have computer access.

I managed to have a celebrity sighting on the 10th of May, actually, in LA. Of course, I didn't bother getting an autograph or a photo mainly because I thought Mr. David Hasselhoff probably wouldn't want to be bombarded by so many people, nevermind that at the time he was swarmed by them.

Of course, it was only after I was actually on the plane that I realized I SHOULD have gotten his autograph, because Mum is such a huge fan and it would have been such a lovely gift for her. Ho hum.