frustration personified

I had to find a JP to certify that my copies of important documents were in no way fraudulent.

First the library: 'not available until 5pm'.
Then the police station: 'sorry she just went home'.
Followed by Service Tasmania: 'our volunteers are only here until 2pm' and the Magistrates Court (at which I was strip searched... or had to pass through a metal detector anyway): 'neither of them are answering the phone I'm sorry'.
Finally at the Supreme Court: 'the two JPs are out at present. And [rather snarkily I might add] it's not my fault you can't find anyone available'.
At which point one of the JPs returned and saved me from a complete meltdown.

I think I now know where every JP is situated in the whole entire town. Or at least where they might be if you happen upon them at exactly the right moment.