Shit I would normally just post on Facebook. But deserves more than that, yo.
I had to take Boo with me to get a blood test today and book in my 24 hour holter monitor, as I was sitting with him in the waiting room I was reading yet another fucking letter from Centrelink informing me his education allowance has been cut off – because apparently he is no longer in school *sigh* – so you can imagine I was slightly fucking enraged but trying to keep my shit together cause my Man Mountain was rather agitated with the whole waiting situation and the anticipation of me getting needles and shit.
Anywhoodle, after eight hundred vials of blood while Boo dramatically covered his eyes, and a mandatory stroll through the toy section of Kmart to get the vision of mum being drained of her life force, we came home and I went to the loo, made myself a coffee and TWO drinks of cordial, got the remote and my laptop and all the letters Centrelink have sent over the last couple of weeks – Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas your kid is apparently cured! – telling me that Boo has had his payments cut off and has to get a fucking JOB even though he is still in high school and settled in for a 4 hour wait on hold like last time this happened.
I was super ready.
Nine minutes and 13 seconds later I am off the phone and all sorted, forms had not been processed over the Christmas period, automated service (grrrr) had cut off payments and she has reinstated everything.
My coffee still hot. Well damn.
Lottery ticket purchased.