For all the Minnie the Moochers of the world, there's few things more satisfying than receiving that first government paycheck.
First there's the unadulturated glee as you jump about the house, content in the knowledge that you are now, officially living off the fat of land.
Then comes that delightful sense of schadenfreude as you remember how crap hospitality and bar work is, and you think maliciously to all the poor suckers stuck in the grind.
And finally (usually after a few weeks) comes annoyance, as you realise you might have to go back to that job because that $445 a fortnight goes like the clappers when you live in Sydney.
Still though, living with ingenuity, battling to survive on a pittance and scoring freebies is so uplifiting that I can recommend living la dolecheque vita to as many people as is possible (who don't reduce my payments).