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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

duh

I was going to write something here, not sure what, but it would have been witty and intelligent and generally amusing.

However, I've just plowed my way through the terms and agreements of the Australian Immigration Website and although it does, amazingly enough, use simple words and phrases, it has fried my brain. I seem to recall this happening the first time I applied too. When I was out in Australia I read that site so many times that it ceased to make sense at all. Now, it is merely brain straining. And, in all the waffle and information, repeated in several different ways, I still don't know how I get to show my form that my employers signed to prove that I've done the work to the application people. My application will be done online, what I have are printed out and signed pieces of paper. Will I have to fax them in which case what's the point of an online application? Will I be able to scan them in which is rather a big assumption on the part of the immigration office that people have access to a scanner (I do, but that's not the point).

All this makes my brain not hurt like some documents do, it's more like anaesthetic. My brain is surrounded by a mass of pink cotton wool, it's thick, comfortable, warm and bloody difficult to escape from. If you need to go to sleep and can't, read this website. Trust me on this.
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