With all the fun stuff that’s been going on I’ve been putting off a follow up to my journey to independence… The License.
I previously wrote about how I lack driving knowledge. This includes how to drive in all aspects. I get nervous just turning the key in the ignition. However, it’s come to my attention that I’m fucking old and have wasted a lot of my life and money on public transport and Ubers which needs to stop, right now!
So, with the car now being in our driveway and my money in it I need to get in the drivers seat and learn real quick. I took my ass down to Vic Roads last Friday (well, Brendan drove of course) to get this wheel in motion. I got there 2 minutes before it shut so I was pretty lucky to even be seen. Surprisingly it was a real short wait and when I went up to the counter I gave my little spiel.
“Yeah so I was told to come down here and show ID because I had my learners like… over 10 years ago and it’s expired and I don’t have the card so I need to prove who I am and you’re gonna tell me I need to re-sit my learners again but I already knew that but the lady said I have to come here”
I’m really not good at explaining stuff in person. So I wasn’t surprised when the lady just stared at me confused. “Okay, so you’re here for your learners?”
I knew I confused the hell out her as soon as I started talking. We had to go through the whole thing once again while she asked me yes or no questions to make it easier for her.
“Okay, so how long have you been here?”
Whenever it comes to a place asking me for ID the question before that is how long have I been in the country? Jokes on them because I was born here and have been in the country over 20 years. Then I get the odd laugh and “Oh wow! How come you have an accent? OH! It’s so strong. Well you’re never going to lose it!” Anyways, after we laughed about my strong non-Australian accent and I threw all my documents at her (unexpectedly judging from her reaction) she typed in my details.
“Do you remember the address you lived at when you got your learners?”
“No.. it was like… Edwards street….”
Wow… good ID’ing. Moving on, she typed some more stuff in.
“How many times have you coloured your hair since this picture?”
That’s a pretty interesting question considering I can’t see the picture she’s referring to and quite frankly I was happy I couldn’t. Although a part of me was tempted to ask her to flip the screen so I can look myself. I would have been 19 in the picture! I don’t have many pictures from around that time if any but if I remember correctly I had black hair, was fat, had a very round head, looked angry (cause I was) and pencil thin eyebrows cause I mean… I was goth. Yeah, better I don’t see the pic.
During her searching through she came across some rather important information.
“I’m looking at the dates here and your learners hasn’t completely expired. It’s expired but it’s under the 5 years where you need to sit the test again.”
“So, you’re telling me I don’t need to sit the test again?”
“No, you don’t need to. It has 6 more months. If you were 6 months later then you’d need to do it again. So, what we’ll do is we’ll just get you to fill out this form to renew it and that’s it. But we will need to get you a new picture”
And off I went to fill out the form to renew the license I thought was dead.
I felt like I had just won the lottery. That’s one less thing I needed to worry about and I’m one step closer to getting on my P’s. If only I knew how to drive now! I could be on my P’s next month. But maybe having to wait is actually a blessing.
Between feeling relieved and excited I kind of went a bit sick. The new photo!! Oh my god. I went to Vic Roads with the impression I was booking myself an appointment for a test not to get my picture taken. I had no make up on, my hair needed washing, I WAS WEARING A HAT SO I HAD THE STRAP MARK ACROSS MY FORHEAD!! Thank fuck I had the brains to at least put my damn eyebrows on. And this is the picture that I’m going to be using for my ID. And I know it was a bad one. I just knew it. I could tell by the woman who was taking it. She just didn’t give a fuck and was trying to run out the building. I mean.. her shift finished at 4:30 and it was now 4:45 thanks to me. She made me stand in front of a white backdrop, squinted her face, clicked and said “BYE!”. She just left me alone to gather my belongs while she ran after her friend to continue talking about one of the people that came in earlier.
Well, that was it. I met Brendan back at the car and told him how I’m good to go. But also about how I was sad about my picture. “Who’s going to be looking at it anyways?” he asked. “Ummm… if we ever go to a bar or club I’m gonna have to show them. And there I am looking all dolled up and they see THAT!! I just wanted one pic where I didn’t look like a homeless person”.
Why is always it the case that when you decide to leave the house looking like you just crawled out of a garbage can, you bump into someone you know or an ex or someone takes a picture of you?
On my way home I was googling to see if I can request a new picture (before I even see this one) but we found out that this is just temporary. You can change your picture when you get a new license. SO IT’S TEMP!! Once I get on my P’s I can ask them to get a new picture for me and this time I’ll be ready.
So tomorrow I’m staying at my friends place and I’m going try this driving thing out. I probably won’t get my proper license for a good couple weeks but I got my little receipt and it says I have it. Tomorrow will mark my first day as a driver. And I’m going to aim for next month as the month I go for my P’s. That way I can drive where and whenever I want. Plus, my work is wanting us to go back in the office so I wouldn’t mind being able to drive in.