Friday

Trying to apply for my Australian Federal Police check online and I just can’t get it right.  Got my fingerprints done (electronically) on Wednesday and copied down the code I need to submit with my application (you don’t get a copy of the prints).  Started the application and realised I needed scanned copies of ID documents.  Forgot to scan them on Thursday.  Remembered to scan them today, now I realise that I need a scanned copy of a consent form signed by me.  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.  I am in such a rush to get this application done that I am not taking time to read things properly.  Moron.  

Oh well. This is what happens when I work myself up into a panic, which I am doing at the moment because the clock is ticking and we are still not in a position to be given an interview date.  I need to relax about it and fix things one at a time.  Tonight we will (again) try to get in contact with M’s banker.  She only works 2 days a week, and is never at her desk when we call.  She hasn’t replied to M’s email from last week, either.  Until we have his bank balance print out, we won’t get an interview.  Until I submit my police check, we won’t get an interview.  

I can go into my office over the weekend and print, sign and scan the consent form I need, but let’s face it – it’s not going to get processed over a three day weekend.  I will just do that on Tuesday morning when I get back into the office. 

We will have updated bank balances to submit too, by then so perhaps it is a good thing that M has been requisitioned for his US bank statement.  Our Aus bank account will have a bit more money in it, so I can send a fresh print out along with his.  The financials is the only thing that might delay us.  Or me, actually.  M can go back whenever he likes. 

Spoke to my Dad today.  He was frustrated because he’s been stuck in Sydney all week trying to sort out the assets of a company that has gone into administration.  The assets are being purchased by the company that Dad works for, and the administrator has been quite difficult.  It looks like he will be there again next week.  It was an interesting conversation, actually, considering that part of my job involves acting on behalf of liquidators and administrators.  I had an idea of what it was like for people on the other side of things, but my Dad’s comments and perspective were really interesting.  

My brother turned up at my work today and handed me $450 to hold for him until he goes to Europe next month.  He is terrible with money and was feeling as though he might like to go and spend the money by drinking and gambling.  I am happy to hold it for him, but am sad that he needs to do something like that in order not to waste his money.  I am glad he asked me though.  He knows I won’t give it back to him unless he is absolutely desperate for it, or he is on his way to the airport.  

So this weekend is meant to be mass packing and clearing out.  I picked up a couple more boxes from work, just small ones.  We are going to Mum’s tomorrow for laundry, so I am going to take a little bit of stuff to throw out in her garbage bin.  As usual, the ones here are overflowing with filth.