workinggggggggggggggggggggggggg

went all the fuckway to the city today MORNING (8am BTW)
jstttt to get my working visa.
YES.
the guy was lk 'we're fully booked. call to make an apptmt'
YOU COULD SEE THE FLAME IN MY EYES
and trust me on this one,
it wasnt a flame of love.

and soooo
i decided to get my TRN no anywayyy
since i was all the way there at such shitty hours in the mornin
and immigration officers alwayyyyyyyys have problems with my passport at the airports.

and lucky balloonies!!
the counter i was in line for had a new officer there
(so he didnt quite knw wtf was going on)
and he did my workin visa anywayyyyyyyyy.
(: YAY.
so yes.
i saved a day of driving up and down to get a visa.
AND
he got my trn no. and all that stuff sorted out so i dont have trouble with my evisa next time.
YAY! (:

anyhoooots,
now i can work (officially PAYING tax but that dont matta cos i get shitloads of tax returns at the end of financial year!)
HEHHEE the idea of a bulk load of money ~july (aka HOLIDAY PERIOD)
is veryyyy attractive.
(:

anywayyyy
i applied for shitloads of LEGAL tax-paying jobs
*emphasizes rach's tax rights*
and hopefully i can work soon
and pay whatever i owe mich off for my medical bills-
anddddddddd a hell lot of things to buy!

and first on my list
(besides repairin my fucking dented car)
issss
my MAC (:
i've been eyeing that shitty TEENIE WEENIE laptop in uni forever.
so yes. GIMME THAT MAC, aye say!
(:

and of cos,
get sammie boy a lil gift for being there
no matter.