Although now that I think about it, I should have remembered, I've had dealings with Centrelink in the past. A long time ago, to be sure, but my memory isn't dead yet.
You recall a couple of posts ago, I mentioned that I'd applied for Centrelink assistance to boost my income and an allowance had been granted. Yay me!
Minor panic set in when I checked my bank balance this morning expecting to see a nice little booster in there, but nothing extra showed on my statement.
So I gathered together all the letters I'd so far received from Centrelink, along with every conceivable type of personal identification I could find and took them all to work with me.
After work, I went to Centrelink to see what was going on.
Found out that in order to receive the payments, I had to report all hours worked and income earned.
Right then is when I said I hadn't been told about this step and why the heck not?
The girl agreed I should have been told, but didn't know why I hadn't.
Because I hadn't reported, my allowance had been cancelled. Hmpf!!
We discussed exactly what I had to do, the lovely girl entered proof of sighting all my identifications into her computer, then I raced, (well, walked very fast), all the way home, got out my diary, entered all the hours I'd worked, plus income earned, gulped down a glass of water, grabbed a choc-gingerbread to eat on the way and took off back to Centrelink as fast as my weary little legs could go.
Luckily for me, there's an office right here in Norwood, about 3 minutes walk from work, so I made it well before closing time and everything is now sorted out. Book pages stamped, ID accepted, payments will be in the bank tomorrow.
I'm financially relieved, just in time for Christmas.
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