Saving silver sickles
24/10/2003 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaAnother busy day in Izzieland.
Been doing a bit of shopping and did not manage to stay away from temptation.
Way back in January, Iz was very decadent and spent a whopping 199 silver sickles on the Lord of the Rings CD set. The shop had a special rewards program for customers. Spend 200 $$ and get a voucher for 20! Iz thinks - what a bummer just one itsie bitsie teenie weenie one silver sickle short but never mind. It shouldn't be a problem.
But by July still had found nothing tempting enough to take me over the limit. Soon after. got a letter saying they are moving the goal posts. Due to inflation. admin or whatever the spend has now been upped from 200 to 300. But the folks with old points still have till the end of November to qualify with only 200.
Izzie visits the place once a week but still cannot find anything and does not see the point of getting something just for the sake of it. Was wishing I'd bought one of the Potter books when they were on sale. That would have got me safely over the limit.
Well. Today..pops in for a quick peek, ever aware of the looming deadline.
As luck would have it a biography of a most interesting fellow called Zoltan Torey was on the reduced stand.
It's called "Out of Darkness" and was definitely on the Izzie list but certainly not at the original price.
This guy is now a scientist but became totally blind fifty years ago in an industrial accident.
He tells the story of being in hospital for a kidney stone. He had a double room which was empty when he moved in but did not remain so for long. The nurse introduces the new room mate to him.
"As we shook hands he made a categorical announcement
'My name is John, and I reckon that what happened to you is the worst thing that could happen to a man'
'Rubbish'I said just as briskly 'What if your balls were cut off?'"
(You just gotta like this guy)
Then one of the folks at our public speaking group has just lent Iz the last Michael Moore book. Absolutely wonderful and unputdownable.
Izzie is not exactly the number one fan of King George and that was even before seeing this stuff. No wonder he has such a pronounced allergy to questions.
I'm sure it was Uncle Jo (The Original Man of Steel) who said that the real power is held not by those who cast the votes but by those who count them. And he should know!
But Izzie must be good. There are Goblin assignments to be done and tax returns to be completed.
When that's all over, it will then be time to unpack the green and silver tinsel and decorate the lair for a very slythery Christmas.
It is exceptionally annoying to see the outrageously priced stuff in some of the yuppie stores and it's all made in China anyway. Even the shampoo comes from China these days. Some one somewhere is making lots of money and Iz bets it ain't the poor buggers in the factories of Beijing.
What is particularly pathetic are the baubles painted "Christmas 2003" Talk about built in obsolescence! What kind of idiots buy these things. Izzie will be hanging out her own hand painted Easter eggs on the tree.
Looks like it's time to gossip about the latest frumpy lump to darken the doors of St Salazar' Sanatorium. I thought I'd left that all behind in March 2002 at the previous home for the bewildered but looks like the past is come to haunt poor Iz. (Well as long as we get just the dopy ones and not the nasty ones, Iz is not too bothered about it really. But it does bring back darkest memories of Dementors)
This silly girl used to hang around with another dopy Dora who Iz called Ginny Weasley (she was a young green thing who spent most of her spare time spilling her secrets to dodgy dark strangers in Internet Chat rooms)
All the oldies took redundancy leaving the young gullible things behind. They were not even any good at their jobs. But the new boss didn't mind. Main thing they were innocent and easily controlled. Not like the old farts who knew their rights and weren't going to ask "How high?" when the boss says "Jump" or to let any upstart Umbridge wannabee treat them like worthless house elves.
And it was so much easier to pressurize the new young things into signing evil agreements where they did not have the status of employees or even house elves but merely so called subcontracters without even the decadent luxury of being covered by the employer workplace insurance. These poor buggers had to pay their own insurance and also contribute to their own retirement funds. And of course, no holidays, sick pay or any such similar entitlements.
And the real sting in the tail....as a so called subcontractor - if another one of these creatures came along and put in a lower 'tender' then you'd be out the door with only one hour's notice!
In fact, it was the remarkable similarities between this bitch and Izzie' old archnemesis Hilde that resurrected the dormant dementors. And it was recognizing this connection that finally got rid of them.
It is so so true. Some lessons in life will be sent over and over again until you finally get the message. Only then can you move forward to the next one.
Been doing a bit of shopping and did not manage to stay away from temptation.
Way back in January, Iz was very decadent and spent a whopping 199 silver sickles on the Lord of the Rings CD set. The shop had a special rewards program for customers. Spend 200 $$ and get a voucher for 20! Iz thinks - what a bummer just one itsie bitsie teenie weenie one silver sickle short but never mind. It shouldn't be a problem.
But by July still had found nothing tempting enough to take me over the limit. Soon after. got a letter saying they are moving the goal posts. Due to inflation. admin or whatever the spend has now been upped from 200 to 300. But the folks with old points still have till the end of November to qualify with only 200.
Izzie visits the place once a week but still cannot find anything and does not see the point of getting something just for the sake of it. Was wishing I'd bought one of the Potter books when they were on sale. That would have got me safely over the limit.
Well. Today..pops in for a quick peek, ever aware of the looming deadline.
As luck would have it a biography of a most interesting fellow called Zoltan Torey was on the reduced stand.
It's called "Out of Darkness" and was definitely on the Izzie list but certainly not at the original price.
This guy is now a scientist but became totally blind fifty years ago in an industrial accident.
He tells the story of being in hospital for a kidney stone. He had a double room which was empty when he moved in but did not remain so for long. The nurse introduces the new room mate to him.
"As we shook hands he made a categorical announcement
'My name is John, and I reckon that what happened to you is the worst thing that could happen to a man'
'Rubbish'I said just as briskly 'What if your balls were cut off?'"
(You just gotta like this guy)
Then one of the folks at our public speaking group has just lent Iz the last Michael Moore book. Absolutely wonderful and unputdownable.
Izzie is not exactly the number one fan of King George and that was even before seeing this stuff. No wonder he has such a pronounced allergy to questions.
I'm sure it was Uncle Jo (The Original Man of Steel) who said that the real power is held not by those who cast the votes but by those who count them. And he should know!
But Izzie must be good. There are Goblin assignments to be done and tax returns to be completed.
When that's all over, it will then be time to unpack the green and silver tinsel and decorate the lair for a very slythery Christmas.
It is exceptionally annoying to see the outrageously priced stuff in some of the yuppie stores and it's all made in China anyway. Even the shampoo comes from China these days. Some one somewhere is making lots of money and Iz bets it ain't the poor buggers in the factories of Beijing.
What is particularly pathetic are the baubles painted "Christmas 2003" Talk about built in obsolescence! What kind of idiots buy these things. Izzie will be hanging out her own hand painted Easter eggs on the tree.
Looks like it's time to gossip about the latest frumpy lump to darken the doors of St Salazar' Sanatorium. I thought I'd left that all behind in March 2002 at the previous home for the bewildered but looks like the past is come to haunt poor Iz. (Well as long as we get just the dopy ones and not the nasty ones, Iz is not too bothered about it really. But it does bring back darkest memories of Dementors)
This silly girl used to hang around with another dopy Dora who Iz called Ginny Weasley (she was a young green thing who spent most of her spare time spilling her secrets to dodgy dark strangers in Internet Chat rooms)
All the oldies took redundancy leaving the young gullible things behind. They were not even any good at their jobs. But the new boss didn't mind. Main thing they were innocent and easily controlled. Not like the old farts who knew their rights and weren't going to ask "How high?" when the boss says "Jump" or to let any upstart Umbridge wannabee treat them like worthless house elves.
And it was so much easier to pressurize the new young things into signing evil agreements where they did not have the status of employees or even house elves but merely so called subcontracters without even the decadent luxury of being covered by the employer workplace insurance. These poor buggers had to pay their own insurance and also contribute to their own retirement funds. And of course, no holidays, sick pay or any such similar entitlements.
And the real sting in the tail....as a so called subcontractor - if another one of these creatures came along and put in a lower 'tender' then you'd be out the door with only one hour's notice!
In fact, it was the remarkable similarities between this bitch and Izzie' old archnemesis Hilde that resurrected the dormant dementors. And it was recognizing this connection that finally got rid of them.
It is so so true. Some lessons in life will be sent over and over again until you finally get the message. Only then can you move forward to the next one.
