Sometime last nite, after I got home from my very safe St. Albans walk, in the dark, to and from the shop, in the dark.. in the dark, my car got broken into was left unlocked and someone opened the door and let themselves in, helping themselves to my wallet and totally trashing the inside of my car.
Now, if you know my car, it's always kind of (okay, very) messy inside - but what do you expect? B leaves half of her wardrobe in there, and I spend more time in my car than I do at home I think. But man, they totally fucking trashed it. Bleh.
B and I walked out this morning to leave for school & work and I saw the car door WIDE OPEN! and what was the first thing I did? Tell B off, of course. It was the front passenger door, that's where she sits, so automatically, I assume it's her fault!
"B! Look! You left the door open all bloody night! omg my car better sta... far out B, what were you getting out of the glovebox and console? I told you that pepsi can was in the back seat why the hel.. what're you looking at me like that for?"
B's reply "It wasn't me mum I swear! I looked in the back like you told me to and then I came straight inside!"
That's when it clicked - my glovebox was totally cleaned out, everything (all my personal paperwork relating to my services for the Bus) were on the floor of the car - B never EVER opens that glovebox unless I specifically ask her to. It has nothing of interest in it, and she knows it. The console also, has nothing an 8 year old would be interested in, unless she likes playing with a pen that doesn't work and a notepad that has no paper in it (I shit you not, that's what was in my console).
See, I figure, this is what I get for gloating to Mike last night that it's safe in St. Allbums at night. This is karma's way of teaching me that boasting about how awesome I am and going "ner ner nernerner" to him about being a big yellow chookn about walking at night, was not the right fucking thing to do.
So, my day today was spent doing these things:
Ringing the ANZ - firstly to let work know I'd be late (My friend Ange answered the phone when I called and found the whole situation very lol mind you!), spoke to my supervisor Jemma and then got transferred to the Lost/Stolen department to report my Visa Debit card had been stolen.
Ringing Westpac - Cancelling my savings account card - the one my mum lost about 2 months ago when my car got a flat tyre, remember that one? Yeah, I now get another new shiny savings card.
Going to the Police department - The bank pretty much said I need a police report or some form of ID (I don't have a birth certificate on me, and I don't have a passport..damn). I spent about 1/2hr - 45 mins there this morning, talking to the Constable on duty and reporting my missing wallet. Notable happenings there - the first thing I notice as I walk in is some sort of retarded sign saying "Be a Star, Lock your car!" (if that's not what it said, it should've said that..) which basically, made me feel rather uncomfortable when I had to tell the lovely lady at the desk what a dumbass I am. She then asked me how much my wallet was worth, and I had to admit it was worth $8.50.. she kind of felt sorry for me and said "I'll write down that it's worth $10.. how much money was in there?" again, I had to admit that all I had in my wallet was 30c... what a hoot - the look she gave me was a whole "so what the hell are you doing in here wasting my time?" look but all she said was "oh well, at least you know they're not going to spend up big.." and i said "Yeah, I hope they buy a lolly with it, coz I want the bastards to suck it and choke.." she just laughed and when I added "Man.. they don't even have enough money to call someone who cares.." she nearly fell off her chair. She stopped feeling sorry for me then, we were having too much of a laugh.
So off I trot and where to next? The bank, of course. I have no wallet. I have no ID. The only way I'm going to get ID is by paying for a re-issue of my license, and the only way I'm going to be able to do that is by going to the bank.
They busted my ass for 45 minutes because I had no ID, no proof of anything, and the cop forgot to write my fucking name on the duplicate report, didn't she? Oh well... Finally, the genius on the other side of the counter said "I know, I'll ring your branch and ask them to fax a copy of your signature over.."
well fuck. Thanks for that.
$150 richer, I leave and go to Centrelink. I need a new health care card - well, an interim one until my proper one gets sent out. Why I didn't go there before the bank (Free ID from centrelink right?) I do not know, but I can tell you that I've already managed to lose the interim one - I think I accidentally threw it out... oh well, at least the new one's in the mail!
I finish up there after another 1/2 an hour of standing in line, and then head off to VicRoads. This is where I discovered that I lost my interim card. Ahhhhhhhhh fucking hell. Grr. Lucky for me I know all of my vehicle rego's over the past 10 years, and I know my license number and expiry date.
.. that is.. Usually, I know these things and can rattle them off no worries.. today? Nup, not happening. I couldn't even get my birthday right.
Again, after a whole bunch of "but you don't have any ID how do we know you're really you?" they let me have a new license. Finally! ID!! Yay!
Finishing up there, I head off to Medicare, by this time, it's nearly midday-ish and I'm so over this whole experience - especially considering the last place I wanted to return to was Medicare - it's nowhere near where I live, and I was only in there a few weeks ago ordering a new medicare card (mind you, I found the medicare card I'd lost while I was cleaning my house up the other night..but that's a whole new story..). I'd been on the road from just before 9am this morning. I was not a happy camper. I was sick of lines, I was sick of people, I was sick of telling the story over and over again.
I get into Medicare - there's NO LINES!
ahhh, someone felt my pain and let me get in with only a 2 minute wait.
I then rang work and told them that it wouldn't be worth coming in to work - coz by the time I got back into my car (I had to stop off for a latte and piece of cake to refuel dudes..) and got to work, I would've had to leave about an hour after getting there.
So, whoever it was that stole my wallet - you'd better fucking look out. I didn't go to work, your greedy appetite (hahaha you got jibbed, 30c and a whole bunch of cards you can't fucking use.. and good luck if you try identity fraud - I have the world's shittest credit rating, sucks to be you ner ner) cost me a whole day of pay. Never mind the fact that when my MUM finds out you stole the lovely $8.50 wallet she bought me a few months back, she's going to fucking KILL you.
You know what I also realised? If this all happened sometime say, between 11:30ish and 8:30am, Mike and I went to bed around midnightish.. and well, you know, we had "cuddles.." you know? Yeah, you know.. so ANYWAY.. I wonder if they heard us um.. having..um.. "cuddles.." coz like seriously, dudes, that's just fucking gross. If you, thief, sat outside my bedroom window while I was ..having "cuddles.." with my boyfriend, I'm going to hunt you down and use your nostrils as an ATM.
Now, if you know my car, it's always kind of (okay, very) messy inside - but what do you expect? B leaves half of her wardrobe in there, and I spend more time in my car than I do at home I think. But man, they totally fucking trashed it. Bleh.
B and I walked out this morning to leave for school & work and I saw the car door WIDE OPEN! and what was the first thing I did? Tell B off, of course. It was the front passenger door, that's where she sits, so automatically, I assume it's her fault!
"B! Look! You left the door open all bloody night! omg my car better sta... far out B, what were you getting out of the glovebox and console? I told you that pepsi can was in the back seat why the hel.. what're you looking at me like that for?"
B's reply "It wasn't me mum I swear! I looked in the back like you told me to and then I came straight inside!"
That's when it clicked - my glovebox was totally cleaned out, everything (all my personal paperwork relating to my services for the Bus) were on the floor of the car - B never EVER opens that glovebox unless I specifically ask her to. It has nothing of interest in it, and she knows it. The console also, has nothing an 8 year old would be interested in, unless she likes playing with a pen that doesn't work and a notepad that has no paper in it (I shit you not, that's what was in my console).
See, I figure, this is what I get for gloating to Mike last night that it's safe in St. Allbums at night. This is karma's way of teaching me that boasting about how awesome I am and going "ner ner nernerner" to him about being a big yellow chookn about walking at night, was not the right fucking thing to do.
So, my day today was spent doing these things:
Ringing the ANZ - firstly to let work know I'd be late (My friend Ange answered the phone when I called and found the whole situation very lol mind you!), spoke to my supervisor Jemma and then got transferred to the Lost/Stolen department to report my Visa Debit card had been stolen.
Ringing Westpac - Cancelling my savings account card - the one my mum lost about 2 months ago when my car got a flat tyre, remember that one? Yeah, I now get another new shiny savings card.
Going to the Police department - The bank pretty much said I need a police report or some form of ID (I don't have a birth certificate on me, and I don't have a passport..damn). I spent about 1/2hr - 45 mins there this morning, talking to the Constable on duty and reporting my missing wallet. Notable happenings there - the first thing I notice as I walk in is some sort of retarded sign saying "Be a Star, Lock your car!" (if that's not what it said, it should've said that..) which basically, made me feel rather uncomfortable when I had to tell the lovely lady at the desk what a dumbass I am. She then asked me how much my wallet was worth, and I had to admit it was worth $8.50.. she kind of felt sorry for me and said "I'll write down that it's worth $10.. how much money was in there?" again, I had to admit that all I had in my wallet was 30c... what a hoot - the look she gave me was a whole "so what the hell are you doing in here wasting my time?" look but all she said was "oh well, at least you know they're not going to spend up big.." and i said "Yeah, I hope they buy a lolly with it, coz I want the bastards to suck it and choke.." she just laughed and when I added "Man.. they don't even have enough money to call someone who cares.." she nearly fell off her chair. She stopped feeling sorry for me then, we were having too much of a laugh.
So off I trot and where to next? The bank, of course. I have no wallet. I have no ID. The only way I'm going to get ID is by paying for a re-issue of my license, and the only way I'm going to be able to do that is by going to the bank.
They busted my ass for 45 minutes because I had no ID, no proof of anything, and the cop forgot to write my fucking name on the duplicate report, didn't she? Oh well... Finally, the genius on the other side of the counter said "I know, I'll ring your branch and ask them to fax a copy of your signature over.."
well fuck. Thanks for that.
$150 richer, I leave and go to Centrelink. I need a new health care card - well, an interim one until my proper one gets sent out. Why I didn't go there before the bank (Free ID from centrelink right?) I do not know, but I can tell you that I've already managed to lose the interim one - I think I accidentally threw it out... oh well, at least the new one's in the mail!
I finish up there after another 1/2 an hour of standing in line, and then head off to VicRoads. This is where I discovered that I lost my interim card. Ahhhhhhhhh fucking hell. Grr. Lucky for me I know all of my vehicle rego's over the past 10 years, and I know my license number and expiry date.
.. that is.. Usually, I know these things and can rattle them off no worries.. today? Nup, not happening. I couldn't even get my birthday right.
Again, after a whole bunch of "but you don't have any ID how do we know you're really you?" they let me have a new license. Finally! ID!! Yay!
Finishing up there, I head off to Medicare, by this time, it's nearly midday-ish and I'm so over this whole experience - especially considering the last place I wanted to return to was Medicare - it's nowhere near where I live, and I was only in there a few weeks ago ordering a new medicare card (mind you, I found the medicare card I'd lost while I was cleaning my house up the other night..but that's a whole new story..). I'd been on the road from just before 9am this morning. I was not a happy camper. I was sick of lines, I was sick of people, I was sick of telling the story over and over again.
I get into Medicare - there's NO LINES!
ahhh, someone felt my pain and let me get in with only a 2 minute wait.
I then rang work and told them that it wouldn't be worth coming in to work - coz by the time I got back into my car (I had to stop off for a latte and piece of cake to refuel dudes..) and got to work, I would've had to leave about an hour after getting there.
So, whoever it was that stole my wallet - you'd better fucking look out. I didn't go to work, your greedy appetite (hahaha you got jibbed, 30c and a whole bunch of cards you can't fucking use.. and good luck if you try identity fraud - I have the world's shittest credit rating, sucks to be you ner ner) cost me a whole day of pay. Never mind the fact that when my MUM finds out you stole the lovely $8.50 wallet she bought me a few months back, she's going to fucking KILL you.
You know what I also realised? If this all happened sometime say, between 11:30ish and 8:30am, Mike and I went to bed around midnightish.. and well, you know, we had "cuddles.." you know? Yeah, you know.. so ANYWAY.. I wonder if they heard us um.. having..um.. "cuddles.." coz like seriously, dudes, that's just fucking gross. If you, thief, sat outside my bedroom window while I was ..having "cuddles.." with my boyfriend, I'm going to hunt you down and use your nostrils as an ATM.
Speedy Bubbles
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