Life seems determined to overthrow my every attempt at getting out on my own away from it all.
I mean, seriously.
Not cool.

I went for my P plate test. Even got there early. Went up to the counter to hand in the required paperwork and my log book when the cranky bitch of a thing behind the counter opens her mouth with...

"You're not sitting the test today."

Naturally, I look at her for a moment before replying with "What?"

She replies "I'm not letting you sit the test today."

Right there and then, she removes my booking form the system and tries to charge me for it. All the while, I'm trying to work out what the flying f*ck is going on while she keeps telling me I'm not allowed to even get in the god damned car and is trying to squeeze another $44 for a booking fee out of me.

Apparently miss-stick-up-her-arse has decided that, despite the other RTA office telling me everything was in perfect working order, my log book was filled in correctly (after flipping through the pages) and that all I'd need to do was to turn up, I'm not even allowed to get in MY OWN F*CKING CAR that I had my friend take time out of his TAFE course to drive there because, lo and behold, my log book is missing its front f*cking cover.

Brilliant.

I try to work out why this is the case, bitchtits keeps crapping on, basically treating me as if I deliberately ripped the cover off MY OWN LOG BOOK to steal hours off someone who happens to have the same rego plates as me, the same surname and the same god damn mother. To top that off, she tells me that I don't have to option of going back home to try and find said cover as she's gone and taken my booking off the system. THEN she wants me to pay more money to by a NEW log book when it was their shitty log book (the one THEY gave me) that had the shitty cover that magically fell off in the first two weeks of me keeping it secure in my glove box.

After going through hell and a half just to get to this point in time, this far from total freedom, only to be told to go and f*ck myself by some angry bitch of a woman... Naturally, I wasn't impressed and made an ass out of myself in the RTA office by bursting into tears.

Anyway... bitchtits starts lecturing me on how irresponcible I am and how I'll probably have to sit the 120 HOURS OF DRIVING TIME AGAIN because she feels like having a conniption at me when my friend practically jumps the counter at her for being arrogant, rude and completely against any customer service charter the place has when she then tells me to FORGE MY OWN LOG BOOK. Yeah. Miss High-and-Mighty told me to forge my own log book. To forge my mother's signature, and the ones against all my hours in order to supposedly write them in a new book that she's trying to sell me.

When I ask her how on earth she expects to be able to verify that I've done the actual hours instead of just getting some random asshat to sign my book for me, being that it's completely illegal and all, she has another fit at me over the counter and basically tells me the GTFO of the office.

F*ck you RTA woman.
F*ck you.

The moment I get my P plates, I'm demanding to speak to her manager and putting in a formal complaint against this woman. God help us all if she's the one that I have to put up with for the actual driving test. I wonder if I can demand another officer on the grounds of her being a bitch?