What a day
I've just cut and pasted from my diary. Not so great reading - but here's my day for you:
Friday, 6 October 2006 9:56:33 PM
Matt and John went to Suncorp to get Compulsory Third Party car insurance. When they came back, they left in John's car to go and get it registered. Matt said they took it to Rosalie, but ran into trouble when the girl said the numbers did not match. She said it had to be inspected and they have to take it to Spring Hill. In the meantime, they had the office staff running around printing out Acts of Parliament with legislation about Learner's and Provisional licenses and that they need to be held for 6 months before applying for the P, etc. When they finally understood the question - given that the legislation was about first time license holders - and John was NOT a first time holder - they gave them a form for exemption. Blah.
So, they went to Spring Hill, and the woman there said the only discrepancy was that Andrew's 5 looked like an S on the roadworthy certificate (chassis number). So as they were going down to inspect it, the fire alarm went off, the roller doors came down, and they were trapped inside the building for 15 minutes until the fire brigade came to check the situation. Why on earth would they trap you INSIDE with the fire? Luckily there was no fire, just a faulty pressure gauge in the sprinkler pipes. After all that, they finally registered the car.
When they got home, Matt packed up Alex and Chantelle, and they went to look for a car for him. He said they found one for $3300 drive away (after a barter) at Southside Cheapies at Rocklea - a 1991 Nissan Pintara hatchback - white 4 cylinder. I know nothing about them, but he seems happy, and Matt says it is dependent upon Andrew going over it on Monday or Tuesday.
In the meantime - I packed up the kids and went to the shop at 11am. I printed out colouring pictures for them, and sat them at a table and chairs in the back of the shop. They became bored as the day wore on. Andrew left at about 2:30pm to go to the airport. He's flying to Tasmania to cheer Emily on for her Hockey finals. Marion and the other kids had gone on Tuesday. The kids kept sliding along the floor and doing annoying kid things. They were black! You'd think that the grease and oil would not be so inground in the shop floor, as it is in the workshop floor. BUT! Even after Jillian had mopped the shop floor, it was still greasy and oily and black and yucky - even though it LOOKED clean. So. Kids one, kids clothes none. Eurk.
Tony tidied up the workshop floor, put the tools away, closed up the workshop. I tallied the till, turned off the petrol pumps, reconciled the days takings, and we chuffed off out of there at 6pm together. Tony gave me his and Astrid's phone number in case I need him for mechanical type stuff when I open the shop tomorrow morning. I ferried the kids to mum's via McDonalds. So glad was I to drop them off there for the night.
Mum was having a bit of a complain about the bullshit you have to go through when someone dies just to change joint stuff to single stuff. Dad still has to put in a final tax return - how can you do that when you've been burned down to a lump of coal and shoved in a container. Fingers for writing are a bit on the charred side. Idiotic bureaucratic bullshit. For goodness sake! The man's not 3 weeks dead and they pile crap up about how nothing can be done for 2 months until they clap eyes on a death certificate. Maybe we should have flung his ashes in their faces. Sticky tape some of that to the application as proof of his demise. (I loved my dad - I did - and I know he doesn't think badly of me for my little blunt outbursts - he was very much like that. My way of dealing with it, I guess. I can just see him now, complaining about paying for the half of the coffin that he wasn't using... {legs amputated}).
Anyway, I spun past Rhonda's place at Chermside with her Partylite order, and spent some time letting Gypsy be sick on the sidewalk - she'd been on her leash in the shop for most of the day so I guess the poor girl was a bit homesick too.
When I finally got home about 7:30pm, Peter and Rachael and their kids were over for dinner. John and Matt had made hamburgers. I scoffed down a burger,and had a chat with the guys before they left to go home to Helidon (near Toowoomba - about an hour's drive from our place).
I put my Partylite stuff in the car - I have a party to do tomorrow - directly after shutting up the shop at midday - at Kallangur. Easier if I just take it all with me and go from there since I'll already be on that side of town. I'll pick the kids up from mum's on my way back - since it's on the way. I think it will be a long day tomorrow.
Friday, 6 October 2006 9:56:33 PM
Matt and John went to Suncorp to get Compulsory Third Party car insurance. When they came back, they left in John's car to go and get it registered. Matt said they took it to Rosalie, but ran into trouble when the girl said the numbers did not match. She said it had to be inspected and they have to take it to Spring Hill. In the meantime, they had the office staff running around printing out Acts of Parliament with legislation about Learner's and Provisional licenses and that they need to be held for 6 months before applying for the P, etc. When they finally understood the question - given that the legislation was about first time license holders - and John was NOT a first time holder - they gave them a form for exemption. Blah.
So, they went to Spring Hill, and the woman there said the only discrepancy was that Andrew's 5 looked like an S on the roadworthy certificate (chassis number). So as they were going down to inspect it, the fire alarm went off, the roller doors came down, and they were trapped inside the building for 15 minutes until the fire brigade came to check the situation. Why on earth would they trap you INSIDE with the fire? Luckily there was no fire, just a faulty pressure gauge in the sprinkler pipes. After all that, they finally registered the car.
When they got home, Matt packed up Alex and Chantelle, and they went to look for a car for him. He said they found one for $3300 drive away (after a barter) at Southside Cheapies at Rocklea - a 1991 Nissan Pintara hatchback - white 4 cylinder. I know nothing about them, but he seems happy, and Matt says it is dependent upon Andrew going over it on Monday or Tuesday.
In the meantime - I packed up the kids and went to the shop at 11am. I printed out colouring pictures for them, and sat them at a table and chairs in the back of the shop. They became bored as the day wore on. Andrew left at about 2:30pm to go to the airport. He's flying to Tasmania to cheer Emily on for her Hockey finals. Marion and the other kids had gone on Tuesday. The kids kept sliding along the floor and doing annoying kid things. They were black! You'd think that the grease and oil would not be so inground in the shop floor, as it is in the workshop floor. BUT! Even after Jillian had mopped the shop floor, it was still greasy and oily and black and yucky - even though it LOOKED clean. So. Kids one, kids clothes none. Eurk.
Tony tidied up the workshop floor, put the tools away, closed up the workshop. I tallied the till, turned off the petrol pumps, reconciled the days takings, and we chuffed off out of there at 6pm together. Tony gave me his and Astrid's phone number in case I need him for mechanical type stuff when I open the shop tomorrow morning. I ferried the kids to mum's via McDonalds. So glad was I to drop them off there for the night.
Mum was having a bit of a complain about the bullshit you have to go through when someone dies just to change joint stuff to single stuff. Dad still has to put in a final tax return - how can you do that when you've been burned down to a lump of coal and shoved in a container. Fingers for writing are a bit on the charred side. Idiotic bureaucratic bullshit. For goodness sake! The man's not 3 weeks dead and they pile crap up about how nothing can be done for 2 months until they clap eyes on a death certificate. Maybe we should have flung his ashes in their faces. Sticky tape some of that to the application as proof of his demise. (I loved my dad - I did - and I know he doesn't think badly of me for my little blunt outbursts - he was very much like that. My way of dealing with it, I guess. I can just see him now, complaining about paying for the half of the coffin that he wasn't using... {legs amputated}).
Anyway, I spun past Rhonda's place at Chermside with her Partylite order, and spent some time letting Gypsy be sick on the sidewalk - she'd been on her leash in the shop for most of the day so I guess the poor girl was a bit homesick too.
When I finally got home about 7:30pm, Peter and Rachael and their kids were over for dinner. John and Matt had made hamburgers. I scoffed down a burger,and had a chat with the guys before they left to go home to Helidon (near Toowoomba - about an hour's drive from our place).
I put my Partylite stuff in the car - I have a party to do tomorrow - directly after shutting up the shop at midday - at Kallangur. Easier if I just take it all with me and go from there since I'll already be on that side of town. I'll pick the kids up from mum's on my way back - since it's on the way. I think it will be a long day tomorrow.