Yesterday must be my most stupid day of the year 2012, well, my stupidity anyway.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get up in time to pick up a parcel at the post office before I went to RTA for my driving test at 3pm so I decided that I'd stay up until 9am and go get it, do the bank stuff then come back home and get to bed.

And so I stayed up until 9am, took a shower then went to the post office. As the parcel was quite big I couldn't fit it in my backpack so I put the box on a counter inside the post office and re-arranged my stuff. It still wouldn't fit so I decided to carry it with my hand. After I closed the zipper of my backpack I left the post office.

I headed to the Commonwealth Bank, did my banking stuff and left. I took some pictures and happily posted them to Facebook and lots of people liked them. I arrived home and headed straight to bed.

I woke up at 2pm, took another shower and got dressed. I felt something was wrong but just couldn't quite think of anything -- apart from that I rarely practiced the driving test.

Before I left my room I looked around for my box, but I didn't see it and I realised I'd lost it somewhere. At first I thought I left it at the bank. If it was the case, I might have some explanation to do because leaving a box unattended in a bank can lead to police involvement -- I had an experience with it first hand when I forgot my bag at the airport. I had to convince the cops that the bag was safe and it wasn't my intention to scare people. (They'd evacuated people from the 30-metre radius in case there was a bomb!)

Anyway, ready to explain I was told I had not left anything at the bank. They wouldn't check the camera for me to see if I had brought the box in with me because it would mean lots of requests and reports to do, which I agreed wouldn't be close to worth doing.

My thought switched to the post office and it hit me in the face -- I left the post office with only my backpack without the box. Dang! Leaving a box at a public place for almost 5 hours I had very slim chance of getting it back. I had to try anyway.

Surprisingly, it was still there. I couldn't believe it. I took it and about to leave, but then I saw other people in the queue looking at me like I was a shoplifter or something. One person even seemed like she was gonna tell the staff. Therefore, I walked to the counter and told the staff that I'd forgotten the box in the morning and just came back to take it. He said, "what? That's from 9am wasn't it? You forgot it almost 5 hours and just realised?" then he laughed. I just smiled weakly and left the store.

Come to think of it, maybe the reason why it was still there because people would think whoever took it was a shoplifter and would be chased.

Sounds like happy ending, doesn't it? Well, no. You haven't heard the rest of it.

It was 2.30pm and I had to be at the test by 3pm so I decided to get a cab. I asked the cab driver to drive me to RTA near Central Station and I arrived 10 minutes later.

I called my friend who would be sitting the test together. She told me she was at the front of the office. I tried to find her, but I couldn't so I called her again to be told that I was at a wrong RTA office -- she was at Wynyard office, about 2km away.

I ran to Central station and took a train to Wynyard station and about to cross the road to RTA when I realised I didn't bring a proof of address, which is essential. Running again to the bank to get a bank letter which includes my name and address on it.

Arriving at RTA by 3.10pm I hit the kiosk, got the queue ticket and waited to be called. Ten minutes later my number was called. When I arrived the guy told me I had a wrong ticket! I had to get a correct one and wait all over again. Dang dang dang!!!

Time to sit the test. I went through the questions and answered all of them correctly so far until I got to one question that I wasn't quite sure. I had seen this question before and known the correct answer, but I just couldn't remember it because I was distracted by the guy sitting next to me. Not that he yelled or did anything to disturb me, the only thing he did was being cute and I couldn't concentrate on my test -- his fault! Cute guys can be disturbance, you know :P And, you knew it, I got that question wrong, duh!

In the end I got 44 out of 45 correctly. I passed the test and finally got my Australian driver licence after living here for almost 10 years, about time.

Even though it's only a Learner Licence, at least I can drive now. Nevertheless, it can be a bad thing sometimes because I can no longer use it as an excuse not to drive anymore. I like being a passenger because it gives me the opportunity to check out cute guys around for as long as I want without causing any danger, but with the wheel in hand that isn't possible! Duh, such a lost!