Dealing with government offices Down Under. “Computer says no…”
Nothing much exciting is happening. The Cracker Barrel listened to Trump and decided to keep their old logo. That was the good news. They need to keep all the stuff inside the place as well. Put in more, even.
Yesterday I swept out the back porch where the asshole squirrel had been dumping on the floor, all the stuff that he had chewed in the roof. That’s what these fuckers will do. They’ll chew your fucking house to bits if you let them. I succeeded (I think) in blocking off all access to that space last week. We’ll see what happens.
I might start posting videos about these things here. It would be kind of experimental, although more mental that experi. Nothins’ going on. The usual bullshit if you will. We’re in the last gasps of summer. The days are getting shorter and the leaves are starting to turn yellow. Soon it will be foliage watching season, as they call it in Vermont. Rest assured, I will coverall the action for you here, so don’t worry. You won’t miss a single leaf.
Last week I got a notice from the Australian version of the DMV about my driver’s license. I have a what is called a Heavy Vehicle license (or licence as they spell it down there) Loicence? The last time I was in Sydney to renew it several years ago, I asked the nitwit behind the counter if they would give me an ordinary licence.
This asshole told me sure, we can do that. When my license arrived in the mail after I had left the country, it was the same fucking Heavy Vehicle one. I told the idiots at the Roads and Traffic office that I hadn’t used the thing for 30 years, and I didn’t need it anymore. Did they try and fix the problem? Of course not. Their job appears to be to ignore any requests from the people they serve, and go their own way.
At some point Heavy Vehicle license holders have to submit to yearly regular medical checkups, and this is why I asked them to please give me a regular one as there is no such requirement unless you’re 100 years old or something. I’m not going to start getting medical checkups for something I don’t need. Why the fuck would I do that? This information washes completely off the backs of the cretins who work in these places.
Apparently, according to the latest correspondence, the only way I can change this is if I visit an office in person. The only problem with that is that I’m not about to get on a 32 hour plane ride so I can (maybe) to go to some office in Sydney and hope that they do what I asked them for about 7 years ago. Remember, I already asked them in person the last time I was there, and nothing happened. Forgive me if I don’t trust them any more. Picrel at the top of the page is my attempt to contact them through my online account about this.
It’s fucking useless, but that’s the standard of stupidity and incompetence that seems to be the norm down there. That I have a government account where presumably I could take some action or send an email about it, means fuck all. Nope. I couldn’t even log into my account in the beginning. The only way I managed to get access was by changing my ip address so that the dumb website thought I was in Australia. Unbelieveable, but true. This is what you’re dealing with, but as long as we ackowledge the tradional owners, stamp out homophobia and racism in football, everything will be great, mate.
On Friday I will post another video from the Sunday music summit, but for today it’s something experi-mental.
Good Day.