So, I went through a borderline Kafkaesque maze yesterday. Still recovering.
I started at home, as every day. I went to Employment Agency, where I was greeted and sent off to the Department of Stuff to update my birth certificate. Under an hour later, I had my 2014-issued birth certificate and was back at Employment Agency, where I was put to work doing practice tests.
A handful of practice tests later I sought out Mentor #3, who directed me to the agent place I needed to be. A short fifteen-minute walk later…
I was at the A.A., which is where you get your licence. I stood in a long line, not realizing that I had to fill out the form to bring to the counter. Oops. So I collected my form, filled it in easily (I like filling in forms) and brought it to the back of the line. Many minutes passed, though I could not tell you how many because I was not watching. More minutes passed and I began to wish for some form of entertainment: perhaps a troupe of Christmas carol singers.
And finally it was my turn. I tested my eyes and proved that I am in fact who I say I am, and was shuffled off to sit in the waiting area.
It was a computerised test. I took about twelve minutes of my allocated half hour, and got 33 of 35 right. To those of you who don’t do the New Zealand licencing system, that’s a pass.
Next step is driving lessons.