Flying around with butter in your arse.
As I am going to apply at a school in Sweden I need to send them my credentials from school, work and etc, so they can add that to their totalitarian database to make it easier for me to apply to their universities. They explicitly do not want my originals, which is fair enough, so I need to make copies of them and have them verified and signed by someone with the Justice of the peace (from now on referred to as JP).
So my main plan today was to go in to Brisbane CBD and have my papers signed and verified by JP.
Walking in to the city from where we live takes about 45+ minutes, so it is good walk; great way to stay in shape. Lately it has been mostly cloudy with some scattered rain, but of course today it was clear skies with a nice warm sun that will make you start sweating within five minutes.
I turned up, all nice and mildly sweaty to discover no one from JP was there. They even have a small plaque that says they should be there Monday to Friday between 9am to 3pm. I sat there for 20+ minutes and then just left.
I am considering taking a degree in pharmacy so I can work as a pharmacist, but I am starting to consider to maybe get some kind of degree that gives me the opertinuty to work for the government; because it seems to be the best job in the world. From what I have experienced, in many different countries, working for the government means that your job is very secure (very rare any one loses a job if they are employed by the government), the pay is great and you do fuck all. You apparently sit on your arse and do something when you feel like it.
Being very anal about time, I am going to see if I can book an appointment with JP so we both walk around scratching our arses.
Got to love red tape.
