Tax file woes

Big news! I received an offer for a BA at Uni of Sydney. I'm really excited. I'm going down tomorrow to enrol. I can't find my tax file number. I'm really stressed.

None of this would have happened if I was out to my parents and sister.

My tax file number is locked in my filing cabinet, in my bedroom, at my house. The key is with me. I am not at my house so I'm sure you can see the predicament I'm in. The cabinet is locked because it has all my DNA magazines, SSO newspapers and Queer as Folk DVDs. If I was out to my family I wouldn't have to worry about locking it. If it wasn't locked I could call my Dad and ask him to get the tax file number for me.

I hate being in the closet.

I'm going to have to call the tax office tomorrow morning on the train and ask them really nicely to give it to me over the phone. If they won't, I'm going to have to go to the tax office in Centrepoint in Sydney and ask them really nicely if they'll give it to me. If they both say no, I'll have to go home and get it then come back and enrol the next day.

I really hate being in the closet.