How I hate Centrelink!!!!! Almost everyone else I know hates them too. They tell you five different answers every time you ask a question. They backtrack and dribble so much BS that I don’t know where to start. My payments have been suspended because I was too sick to attend an appointment, even though I rang in plenty of time and rescheduled the appointment.

Their reasoning for the suspension - to guarantee that the next appointment would be kept. So what if I had still been sick or in hospital or something else had happened to stop me from attending today. TOO BAD. I would have had to wait until I could get into the office to attend an appointment .

The result of this - I am now even more determined than ever to get off their stupid roundabout. I WILL NOT BE FORCED TO GO TO WORK IN A JOB THAT I HATE. I would rather die than do some meaningless task that has no future prospects. I will make my internet businesses and my party plan business a HUGE success, just so that I don;t have to pander to the most ridiculously idiotic Government department ever.

Bureaucratic BS abounds in CentreLink more than any other place I have dealt with.  They have no idea how to treat people like people, to them we are just meaningless numbers. Another sheep in the paddock of life. They can go stick it. I’m a PERSON not a NUMBER.

One of my elderly aunts passed away last Sunday after a short illness. I have very fond childhood memories of many holidays spent with her, my uncle and my cousins in Warrnambool, Victoria.

I remember one Christmas, when I was about ten, my cousin received a tape recorder and we spent the rest of the day hiding in inconspicuous places taping all the goings ons. It was quite hilarious listening to the frivolity round the table. Some of the eating noises coming from the adults were quite disgusting, with belches and burps and conversations carrying on with obviously full mouths. We were in fits of laughter listening to it all.

My dear aunty, bless her soul wondered what we were laughing about and we really didn’t want to tell her, so she took the recorder and listened for herself. We got in sooooo much trouble for “spying” on the adults and were suitably chastised for being “silly little girls”. I still remember the chuckle in her voice as she told the other adults what we had been up to.

Some of the most memorable times were the weddings. I was one of the youngest in the extended family and was lucky enough to be able to go to most of my older cousins marriages. I can barely remember the ceremonies, but the highlight was the reception, always held at a place called Pigalle and I always believed that it was named because everyone went there and made a pig of themselves at the wedding feast. Why else would you call a reception venue “Pig Alley”? I guess that’s a little kid’s logic for you!! Read the rest of this entry »

Since Barry died, I have made some pretty stupid decisions, partly because I procrastinate and partly because I was not really thinking straight. One of those stupid decisions was to sell the house that I loved in a neighbourhood I loved. It hit me like a ton of bricks last weekend, but then hindsight is a wonderful thing and provides so much clarity. All I have really done is given the equity I had back to the banks for nothing. Read the rest of this entry »

Some bastard stole it. Right out from underneath my nose. It’s been sitting by my front doorstep for months now cos I really didn’t have a place to put it and to my shock when I went out this morning it was gone. Worst part about it is that my best mate gave it to me. It was one of those really nice octagonal ones and has a pine stand that it sits on. Guess that won’t be much use to me any more.

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Murphy’s Law states that if something can go wrong it will, or words to that effect. Since Mr Murphy generally rules my life today’s events should not come as a surprise.

Did you ever have one of those days? You know the kind I mean when you would much rather be doing something else. My youngest daughter went on a school excursion today to the Port Adelaide Maritime Museum and took a dolphin cruise. I was initially going to go too, but there were more parents than seats.

Another Mum had to pull out because of illlness, so I was given the opportunity to take her place, but it was not to be. My oldest girl had been summoned to appear at a Residential Tenancies Tribunal hearing, and of course she needed my support for that. It was a load of garbage really and I felt for the tribunal member who heard it. You could see that she was wondering why in the hell she was even sitting there listening to all the crap that was being spouted. It was dismissed of course, in my daughters favour and it should never have gotten to that stage at all anyway, but these things happen.

Next time I am presented with two choices like that again, I think I will choose the less pleasant thing and hopefully Murphy will rule in my favour and cause things to happen in the opposite way. Bless you Murphy