If you had’ve asked me on sunday what my working life (up to the age of 20) had amounted to, I would’ve looked at you blankly and said “you know, heaps and stuff…”. But today I stand here a different man, a man fully aware of his previous worth, a man who has gone on a journey to the bowels of hell and back in search of…that’s it…lost super.

It started with a call to the ATO – the superseeker no longer listed any super awaiting its collection (unlike a 7 yr old Jameses, lost in the missing child room at Expo88 for a good few hours whilst outside much merriment was being had by all.) A quasi-useful lady found that I had two bundles of goody-goody super waiting to be tracked down…After much searching and progressing in call-queues I had finally located every cent of it (minus holding charges) and have posted off the application to have it repatriated with the rest of my pensioners’ piggy bank.

So in answer to your incredibly insightful Sunday afternoon question, the sum of my toils, the sweats of my loins, the fruits of my labours, amounted to the princely sum of $312.87. Wow! I hear you proclaim, what worth I can restrospectively attach to my unskilled labourer’s ass. The brighter side being that my half an hour’s journey will actually contribute a total of $4,285 to my retirement coffers (That should be able to buy about 3 cappucinos at 2041 prices right?).

Moral of the story? Chase up your super…write a stupid blog…and give up coffee now…