So I’m going to Thailand next week. Two days after I finish my last exam. So when does that leave me time to prepare? I’m not talking just packing clothes, and toiletries. I mean, money, passports, IDs, credit cards, debit cards… So many things to think about, on top of that, HSC stress!
I’m more stressed about Thailand than the lame HSC. Which, by the way, my parents are completely useless for.
I tell my mum I may need a debit card or something so I don’t carry a whole wad of cash around, which would obviously make me, a target for tourist dog shit scammers. Anyway, she says, okay, I’ll go to the bank today and ask.
She does. She comes back and says, “No, they said it’s pointless and you’d have to pay monthly fees and you need a job.”
WRONG. I just did the fucking research, and all I need is a tax file number and I’m ready to have a FREE debit card account. Well you know what would be helpful right now? Someone to HELP me get a fucking tax file number. Which is the most strenuous process I have ever come across. It says, I have to go through my school as that’s the easiest way… No it isn’t! Not when I’m done forever in a week!
Oh man, I just had a realisation. Even if I apply for a TFN it’s too late because it takes around 10 working days to get back to me… That’s it. Tomorrow I’m applying for a debit card, and I’ll just have to pay the fee. I think it’s like $10 all up or something, or either $4 or $6 a month. Which is a lot seeing as I have no income… I don’t know.
Also, I’m getting an iPhone 5, to replace my old ass nokia, and I want to use it now! And for Thailand or whatnot. And my dad wants to get a tax refund for going overseas, called the TRS. This is because we’re going to America. Anyway, I want to use it in Thailand, and beforehand. So I did my research. And he can get a refund when I go to Thailand, and he’ll send me off the airport anyway! Well he should. But he’s in a crappola mood at me for some reason, probably because I’m not concentrating on the HSC, but fuck that shit. I’m stressed.
Yeah so basically they can do what I want, they just chose not to. And that leaves me to deal with my unbearable problems. My first world problems. Poo.
Just Another Woo Girl