Here we are in Oz. My sister picks me up and we go to my mom's place.
A day or two later we go to Medicare.
Our medicare card had expired, I thought that it would be easy to replace but no, nothings are NOT going to be easy for me this time. They want ID, proof of address, I mentioned I was out of the country for over 5 years, so they slap more requirements, a declaration of intent of moving to Australia, proof of sale of property, employment termination, closing bank accounts...bullshit.
I was outta there.
So I ponder, I have a credit card and the addressed changed to where I was staying. That's something, a proof of address. So I go to the bank, asked for a replacement then wait. So where did it go, interstate! Why? I ask the bank, oh the new address has not been enabled. You got to be kidding me.
I will have to wait for a statement, another week, but I cannot wait. I needed to try to get a drivers licence. At least it will have a proof of address and proof of ID. So I ask at the licensing center. What do they want? Proof of address. Shit.
By this time my parent bought me a secondhand car. God bless their soul. The change of address form does not ask for a proof of address and I can use it as a proof address. So I submitted the form and applied for the license. No problem. Bullshit man, in the end I didn't need the proof of address.
I spent several hours practicing over the example quizes for the license. Fortunately I passed.
Now let's try the medicare again.
This time I manage to get my card but my wife did not. My daughter also had problems. I needed to print her electronic visa, somehow.
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