Salvation awaits you on level 5 of Chatty Westfield!
Now, I don't know about you, but when I think of a Medicare office I think of dilapidated '80s office with linoleum floors and a crush of humanity afflicted with every awful ailment known to man - bubos, influenza, smallpox, crushed and broken limbs - coughing and hacking and clutching receipts in trembling (probably filthy) hands.
The reality isn't anywhere near as grim, they've up-staffed with young, sharp, extremely helpful staff who are *gasp* actually efficient, and the ticket system kept me waiting for a total of four (4) minutes. And even though I brought an expired Medicare card by accident, the guy still processed my refund.
I'm actually a little disappointed it wasn't a crappier experience because now I have nothing to whinge about. I'm at my best when I'm whinging. read more