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I finally got around to ringing VicRoads about changing my licence from Queensland to Victoria. The first available appointment was the 9th of September!

Ok...

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psuedonym777
Aug. 1st, 2008 05:57 am (UTC)
Yep. That's pretty standard.
aeduna
Aug. 1st, 2008 06:40 am (UTC)
I'm not generally a fan of privatisation, but fucking vicroads needs to be burnt to the ground.

I'm pretty sure the people on the desk have made it clear they're running flat out and then some, but somewhere someone is refusing to add staff and laughing their arse off about how they can make people pay money for the stupidest shit, and they have no choice.
paradigmshifty
Aug. 1st, 2008 07:26 am (UTC)
There's not a licensing system in the world that isn't exactly the same I suspect. Look at the DMV in the US - it's so bad it's become the staple of comedians.
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halloranelder
Aug. 1st, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
True, but I have done very little driving since I got here, which is why I haven't really bothered.

Since I'm finally back to the type of hair cut I actually want to be seen it, I feel it's time for new ID photos, so time to update the licence. :)
fire_wuff
Aug. 2nd, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)
There is a massive backup of people who were trying to get their licence before the change to the P Plate laws recently. Thats the main reason the wait is so long.

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