Why Can't I Be A Baby?

Well, at times, Grace and others call me a big baby...maybe I am, but after tonight, I definitely wish I was...

(No disrespect to Grace or what we talked about earlier...it was what happened after - and I'm still trying to figure out - that's got me wishing...)

Now, if asked the question, "If you could change anything in your life, what would you change?" My answer normally is, "Nothing, because if I changed anything, I wouldn't be here at this moment in time answering your question." That's changed in recent weeks, but we'll leave it at that...now, before I get to what I'm actually doing, let me explain how my week has been thus far:

I've got four assignments due in this week, a presentation Friday night, a job interview with QHSS and a meeting at the university on Wednesday morning and afternoon respectively, a quasi-relationship that's sort of hanging somewhere around here and a headache.

Now, people who've known me for a long time have seen me do more with less, but on that same token, have also seen me snap; rest assured, I'm not going to snap, unless it's my pen and the people who write up these member guides for superannuation funds...which brings me to this:

The job interview went well, but I cannot officially work until I have my security license in hand, which is fair enough...but now, comes the paperwork...

Since I left Stannies all those years ago, I was under the Non-Government Schools (NGS) Superannuation Fund, and I think I had about $240 in there while I was working; this is now down to something like $74.78 or something like that due to member fees every year, admin etc etc etc and it's a dead fund for me, because I'm not longer working in a "non-government school"...

Security officers/crowd controllers are covered under the AustralianSuper Superannuation Fund, and since I've never had any dealings with them, I've got to apply for membership. Sully (the ops manager for the SunCo QHSS) provided me with a book from AustralianSuper and said to fill in the relevant forms at the back of the book and send it to them...one of said forms is the "Transfer your superannuation into AustralianSuper" form...which is what I need for the transfer of my pittance from NGS to AustralianSuper...problem is, since I haven't really been keeping note of my membership number with NGS, I'm in a pickle...

Add on top of that the joining of a new fund too; "What is your threshold, do you just want 'Death and TDP (Total and Permanent Disability)' or the addition of 'Personal Income Protection' insurance cover (which the former is compulsory at an additional $3 a week), who are your beneficiaries in the event of you dying...one of the funny things I read, and again, very true, was about the duration of your insurance cover; so anyway, there's the list of what happens, you move overseas, you transfer to a different fund, you cancel in writing etc etc etc or "you die, which ever comes first." Nicely put...

Argh.

Which now brings me back to the title...

Why can't I be a baby?

I get to sleep all day, I get to poop my pants without embarrassment, burp and vomit after eating without any looks of disgust, get carried everywhere, get 'cooed and oooo'd' by people, not walk, not talk, not go to school or study, not work, not pay taxes, not worry about superannuation, not care..............

Sigh...bugger huh? Hehe...

I'm going to sleep now...and hopefully don't do what's aforementioned...especially poop my pants, because that'll just be embarrassing...hahahahahahaha.....

Be safe...

N