So, it occurs to me that while I often have a humorous bent and way to write about things, I often write when I’m in the mood to write.
Right now, I definitely don’t much care to write. I feel on top of the usual “seedy” and left eye barely able to see, my stomach is really not helping.
So, it’s probably, with all the thoughts buzzing in my mind the most perfect time to vent my thoughts.
Last Friday, I received some good news. I won my 2nd appeal to Stupidlink (my friends G-rated term for Australia’s Government Pension Provider) for a debt and it looked like I wouldn’t have to pay it back for the next 25 God damned years of my life.
I know, I hear you saying ‘Get a Goddamned job Cow!’ But it’s not that easy.
Keeping in mind, I have this ‘debt’ because I earn a small pension from my Superfund because my disability is permanent life-long injury and I’m unable to go back to work.
Part of the debt was forgiven due to Stupidlink losing my forms when I declared them, 5 years ago!
And for the last 5 years this ‘extra income’ has allowed me to afford (what I now term as simple luxuries) paying my rent on time.
Keeping the lights on.
Living alone because housemates like to free load, because they think I’ve got a sweet life and they want to hitch a ride.
No seriously, as fucked up as that sounds, it happened!
Apparently eating, I thought I’d be able to keep doing that!
And over weekend I took a deep sigh of relief that for once the Universe was looking after me and I could afford to continue/or return to be able to do all of the above.
Today, I received a letter. I decided to do call straight away to follow it up! The letter was to prompt me to do just that in the hope that I had miraculously come into some income or wealth where I could start repaying more of the debt every fortnight.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot – I hear myself say?
Um, I mention the letter I received only last Friday (today is Monday), that said debt had been waivered!
There was no note of it on the system and apparently after a call to the appropriate people came back with the information that they have until the 31st May to appeal the decision and it looks like they will do that!
More questioning on my part and it looks like I have to cry ‘poor’ in another round!
So, feeling overwhelmingly tired and sick to my stomach, I did what I always do when life gets stressful.
I went to bed!
I woke hours later not feeling much better and questioning how I can live on less, what decisions I am supposed to make to make the Government able to cripple me a little more.
Do I give up my Friday Custard Scroll? That’s $3.30
I really can only tell the week is over when I wrap the week with a coffee and Custard Scroll on Friday afternoon.
That will take a long time at $3.30 per week.
I guess I can live without those things, but they are literally the only nice things I get/do each week to make life in some way more livable.
I’ll just say, it makes me happy!
Is it too much to ask to be a little happy?