New Thing Of The Week: Start driving

[She may not be pretty or fast or reliable... but she's mine... kinda]

I've been awaiting my birth certificate now for a fortnight. The Dept of Births, Deaths & Marriages have buggered up the application three times now.

The reason I want the birth certificate is to get a replacement driver's license. I lost it when I moved many months ago.

But to first get my birth certificate I had to get a replacement Medicare Card (which I also lost when I moved). To get that I had to give them my new address and wait three weeks before asking for a replacement card (those are the rules) and then up to a fortnight to receive the card.

I need an ATM card, a Medicare card and my overblown mobile phone bill to get the birth certificate.

I need all of the above, plus a signature from mother dear to get my driver's license.

Tomorrow, before TAFE but after I leave work early, I head to the said department and get my birth certificate. On Saturday I will wait for hours on end and get a replacement card.

I hope to begin my first hours of learner's driving that afternoon.

The car at the top of this post is my car that Mum owns but is lending to me. Hopefully by my next birthday I will get my P's and be able to drive by myself.

People have put me down for not being able to drive. I choose not to drive because I have public transport - but currently the PT I take ends up being up to 4x the time it would take to drive there.

The time has come for me to take this big big step. I am scared of driving the car over 20km/h as it doesn't seem natural to me. Certainly, my ancestors didn't have cars.


[Why not take a crazy chance? Why not do a crazy dance!]

However, there are opportunities out there that require me not to be suckling on the Cityrail teat - so it's time to turn a new leaf and take a crazy chance.

What an earie feeling!

What's going on ear?

I tell you what - it sucks to have a blocked up ear. What sucks even
more is when the doctor you've had all your life can't fix it up.

But wait for it - what do you tell people at work when they smell an odour coming from your head - ear drops?
I need the ear drops to get whatever the hell it is out of my ear.
Could it be some kind of caviar stuck up my ear? Or perhaps the play
book for the Newcastle Knights? No, I reckon it's wax.

Though my doctor did tell me that once he was at a nursing home doing the rounds and a patient had MAGGOTS in her ear!

I want to get away! I want to FLY away! Yeah yeah yeah!

I'm working this weekend for not the best company in the world - no it
is just a tribute. Like most people I would prefer to not work shift
work, but I don't have a choice really. I am a slave for the almighty
dollar which I don't see enough of.

But this is to change - I am looking at opening up a business, but the
trouble is that I need to get a loan and things aren't going that well
with the loan - as much as my guarantor could be getting cold feet. It
took me 5 months to get her to be guarantor but now that more paperwork
and stuff is required she could be saying no.

Where does that leave me if I don't get the loan? Slaving for the man.
I don't understand how more people don't want to be their own boss.
There are risks, yes. But you don't get rich being someone else's
bitch. Unless your Anna Nicole Smith.

The rich people like Gates, Murdoch, etc took a chance and started
their own company (well maybe not Murdoch after all he did inherit a
newspaper - although it was from Adelaide!). If they hadn't they'd
still be bums.

I don't want to be a bum. I have a bum, I've seen people who are bums.
They're not happy people. So, in conclusion - to get ahead take risks.

In the words of one philiosopher:

Why not take a crazy chance? Why not do a crazy dance? If you lose a moment you might lose a lot. So why not? Why not?