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19.04.2006Wednesday 19 April – Centrelink

There is clearly no Wednesday morning on the nineteenth. Anyone who says otherwise is without doubt deluded.
Mail wasn’t delivered until fairly late today, although, given the lack of morning, perhaps it wasn’t late. Normally this wouldn’t matter, but as it turns out, I had mail from Centrelink, which required that I drop in to their office and fill out a few forms. This seemed simple enough to do, and would have only taken a minute or two, plus the half hour I stood in a queue, but the trainee who saw me wasn’t able—or wasn’t willing—to help me with the few questions I had, instead booking me an appointment. I was told to take a seat, and I’d be called. I arrived at Centrelink sometime around four, and stood in a queue for half an hour. Centrelink closes at a quarter to five, and I was called for my “interview” a few minutes past five, after they’d locked all the doors and all the other clients had left. As expected, no one cared what I wrote on the forms, and my interview was over within about a minute.
After my exciting trip to Centerlink, I walked to Maz’s, via Woolworths, who were selling a heavily discounted iced lemon cake—something I couldn’t pass up. I ate half my lemon cake at Maz’s, and drove back to my place, via McDonald’s and a “shake”.

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