DFAT can die in a fire
Grrrr.
I went down to the post office this morning to put in my passport application, all excited that I’d be able to order plane tickets in a couple of weeks and visit my lovely kungfupolarbear.
But NO:
– The printer here at work where I printed out the application form chopped off the bottom like three millimetres of each page, and even though there’s nothing actually written in those boxes the passport office will reject the application.
– The signature of my guarantor was in dark blue ink not black, and they’ll reject that too.
– The only birth certificate I have is a copy of the original from years ago (my parents have no idea where the original went), and, you guess it, that will be rejected too. Which leads me to:
– I have to go into the Registry of Births, Deaths and Marriages before work next week some time to get the birth certificate done. I’d just fax or mail it in, but there’s a wonderful warning on their website saying that non-urgent applications will take up to SIX FUCKING WEEKS to process, and even urgent ones are ten days. I can actually go there in person and get it within the hour.
The lady in the post office was nice though, she said to just come in again once I’ve got everything sorted out rather than having to make an appointment again.
Sigh.
