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The day I ceased to exist...

On paper that is.

I had my wallet stolen this afternoon. That is, I went into a milk bar to buy some water, took the water out to Jayne's car and we left, when for a drive, went to go through a drivethrough and then I realised I didn't have my wallet. I'd left it at the milkbar. So, we drove back to the milk bar and I went in and asked for my wallet, which I'd left on the counter right in front of the milk bar owner guy. He said I didn't leave it there. He said I must have left it in another shop. I suggested maybe the guy who had come into the shop after me might have taken it, but the owner said that guy just bought milk and didn't take my wallet. I thought it was funny that the guy was both certain I didn't leave it behind and certain the other guy didn't take it. I know I left it on the counter in plain view. So, I'm thinking the milk bar owner guy took it himself. The entire $60 in it...

The $60 doesn't bother me. Well, it does but not as much as losing my birth certificate, and my change of name certificate, and all my cards and other ID...

So, I called the National and cancelled my Visa and ordered a new card, and they offered me a second card, can you believe it? They asked if I wanted a back up card, and I said I didn't know I could get one, then the girl tells me yeah, it's no problem. She said I currently had $X limit on this account, but I could get a different limit if I wanted on the other one, i.e. a second credit card! I said thanks but no thanks I just dropped my limit and had no intention of having more credit again...

Anyway, no probs, a new cc will be in the mail next week.

So, then I ring St. George to cancel my bank account card. Sure, they do that, then they tell me I can go and pick up a new card in the morning, I just need to take my lisence with me. I say I don't have a lisence because I'm legally blind, so they suggest my birth certificate, but nope, that was in my wallet, so they suggest my passport, but that has lapsed, not to mention the fact it was in my own name and I don't have my change of name certificate because, well that was in my wallet, too...

The kind lady then informs me that until I can produce a primary form of identification I cannot be reissued a card... Ok, well because Dave has an identical medicare card to me, and I'm getting the National Credit Card next week, and I have the bills here in my name, I can take those (next week) to the Vic registry of births, deaths and marriages, and get my change of name certificate reissued.

I can then send a signed copy of that and photocopies of my medicare card, visa and bills to NSW, and apply for a birthcertificate. The change of name certificate will probably take about three weeks to get back to me, and the birth certificate itself will take another 3-6 weeks, so in about 2-3 MONTHS I should be able to get my St. George bank card...

How are Dave and I supposed to live for 2-3 months on 1/3 the income we have now?

Also, I managed to spill a cup of coke in my lap, and drench my mobile, so now that needs to be replaced as well. I've only had this last phone for two months.

In other good news, Erik was choked at school today. Apparently he told a teacher's aid, but the boys who were choking him got to her first and told her he'd kicked and punched them. No one had bothered to tell his class teacher.

I marched Erik and Luey and Bryn back up to Erik's classroom from the bus stop to get to the bottom of it all. The junior class teachers were having a meeting, and Luey's teacher spotted me and obviously thought I was there to see her and came out. I told her I was there to see Erik's teacher and she said he was chairing the meeting, so I told her Erik had been choked at school that day and I wanted to clear it up, and she got Erik's teacher.

Erik's teacher hadn't heard of the incident and we went through the protocol of checking the story out and seeing Erik had, indeed, attacked those other boys, and he said he hadn't. He said he's seen a preppie girl being bullied by these boys and he'd stepped in to help her by standing between her and the boys and loudly telling them to stop. Then they starting attacking him. Erik's teacher said he tended to believe Erik's version of this BECAUSE, usually when Erik does anything to another child, there are 30 kids waiting outside his door at the end of lunch telling on Erik, and today no one had said anything.

This just broke my heart!

So, the other kids at school are keen to dob on Erik but not dob on kids who hurt Erik... His teacher said he'd talk to the other kids tomorrow. Tonight, Erik has been a bit unsettled and has even sleep walked, so that's not good. He did pick up on my upset over the wallet though, too...

As if all that wasn't enough, our real estate agent rang this afternoon and left a message to say she wants to do an inspection some time in the next fortnight, yay!

And I'm going to have to ask for an extension on the assignment I have due on Friday because I'll be spending all day tomorrow running about trying to get cards and so on replaced. And I'm just not in the head space to be analysing Emily Dickinson poetry right now.

Hey, one GREAT thing happened today! A little boy named Archer was born to Pam and her dh, so Congrats to them!!! What a gorgeous Spring day to make his debut!

Comments

clelkaje said…
Ooooh, noooo noooo nooo Sif, what a terrible day you had. I'm so sorry to read that Eric is having a hard time. As for the palava that is your wallet being stolen - maybe you can go back to milk bar all teary and ask to put up a sign for "Lost Wallet" with your details, in case someone hands it in to him, or he finds it somewhere in the shop (suggest maybe it will have fallen behind something?), specifiying it is all the papers that you need. Maybe he will act with some decency and give it back, even without money. Hope today is heaps better xx
katef said…
Oh lost/stolen wallets are SUCH a pain. I second Clel's suggestion of a sign in the milk bar saying you really just want the paper work back... I had my wallet stolen and someone handed it in to the police, no money but all the cards etc.

On the bank thing... do you have net bank? if you do I was thinking that you could possible transfer money to Dave's account via net banl with no need for your card? Might tide you over till it is all sorted?

Sounds like poor Erik got the rough end of the stick.. stories like this about school scar the heck out of me!
casso said…
And here I was bemoaning my horror day just due to Harry being hysterical and refusing to sleep and driving me freaking mental. I think if I'd had your day I would have just sat down and cried. Hope you can get the stupid wallet business sorted. On the upside, at least you know St George don't let just anyone walk in and ask for your money!
Bin said…
oh, that sucks :( poor Erik...

and the credit card thing does not surprised me in the least after my month with another bank, tell you what though, I'm not pushing credit cards on people even if they do sack me for it...

I don't really understand why St George can't just send you a new card and pin, they could only send it to the address on file anyway??? Mmmm, helps at my bank that we have all signatures scanned online, so id'ing without docs isn't all that hard...

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