A quick slink in Cyberia
08/06/2004 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie is a bad bad serpent. Should be slaving away over Secret Goblin Business but has just been lurking for the last 3 hours in Cyberia. Somehow Thursday 17 June still feels like aaaages away.
But the serpent guides have been good to the Iz. The auditing exam is sort of 'open book' that is - you can't bring in the textbook but you can bring in the big green "Fatter than the lastest Potter" book of Auditing standards. But Iz does not have this particular monster book of monsters and was dreading having to fork out 40-50 silver sickles for it. But then got the sudden inspiration that 8 months ago I'd bought an older version at one of those charity book sales for the princely sum of $$3.
And not only that - but also was able to recall exactly where I'd put it. How it slipped the Izzie mind for all this time, will never know.
There is of course the risk that some of the stuff will be out of date but Iz thinks that is far less likely with auditing than taxation. It would be utterly unthinkable to use any list of rules for that topic less than 6 minutes old.
Iz must have a really really uneventful life when she starts having dreams about goblin textbooks.
Been back at work since Saturday. It's been pretty good actually. When a certain bunch of us wacky creatures are on together we have a great time. It's amazing to think that you can turn up to work, have lots of fun, get everything done properly and on time and then get paid for it.
First thing Izzie does when entering the door is to say hello and give a big Izzie squish to The Preciousss. She says "Oh. You've been hiding?" "Yessss" says Iz "Slinking and sneaking" "Oh you naughty naughty girl" she replies.
It would be so so nice to have a picture of our little cookie monster. Anyone who works there and has seen "Lord of the Rings" knows EXACTLY why Iz calls her "The Preciousss" and those who don't think that Iz is totally crazy.
A few weeks ago in our auditing class we managed to get off topic as we so often do. The tutor was refering to the notices in the back of the daily newspaper which she calls "Hatched, matched and dispatched" and then proceeded to tell us of a friend of hers who is a nurse in a hospital. Whenever she goes on holidays she looks at the death notices to see if any of her patients are there. Our teacher thought this was just absolutely terrible. Iz was hardly going to admit that is exactly what she does too. I mean - there is a limit to the admissable Izzie wickedness;) So of course, that is exactly what Iz had been doing on her holidays and no-one she knew from the old folks home had their name in the paper up to Friday so Iz assumed it would be a full house. Turns out that Iz got tricked! One of the old timers Bert - who Iz calls "Bertie Bott" died on Thursday evening. In the last 9 months or so he had become grumpier and grumpier. He used to be a big cheese but gradually more and more men came to live in the home and one of the most adorable of all moved into the same room as himself. So suddenly he was no longer the only man who could come and go as he pleased (most of the other men could not walk without assistance) and was no longer getting all the attention. And to make matters worse, not only were we fussing over Wally but he had lots of visitors too and Bert never ever got visitors.
He used to be an alcoholic and treated his family like shit. When his son came out of the closet, he totally and absolutely disowned him - macho jerk that he was. So he basically alienated his family. But by the time he came to the nursing home he was a harmless old toothless bear with a bit of a sore head. While never smiling too much, he did seem rather content. That was of course, until he lost his place in the pecking order.
But the sad sad thing is that sometimes even when you do change, it is too late. The family still saw him as the big bad boozing brute that he used to be (while most of the staff were utterly incapable of imagining him as such) so that he ended up reaping the seeds he had sown many moons ago and died alone and friendless and apparently totally terrified of going.
Many moons ago we used to have a resident from Poland who had been in the Nazi concentration camps. He was always having nightmares and there was very little anyone could do for him. It was just awful. Iz wonders too what sort of dreams his tormentors would have had if they too were still alive.
Human beings are such peculiar creatures. People are so happy to destroy their so called nearest and dearest simply out of a desire to avoid the disapproval of people they probably don't even know or like. Some even go so far as to kill their own daughters or sisters to defend their so called 'family honour'.
The more I get to know my fellow human beings, the more I love my pet rats;)
But the serpent guides have been good to the Iz. The auditing exam is sort of 'open book' that is - you can't bring in the textbook but you can bring in the big green "Fatter than the lastest Potter" book of Auditing standards. But Iz does not have this particular monster book of monsters and was dreading having to fork out 40-50 silver sickles for it. But then got the sudden inspiration that 8 months ago I'd bought an older version at one of those charity book sales for the princely sum of $$3.
And not only that - but also was able to recall exactly where I'd put it. How it slipped the Izzie mind for all this time, will never know.
There is of course the risk that some of the stuff will be out of date but Iz thinks that is far less likely with auditing than taxation. It would be utterly unthinkable to use any list of rules for that topic less than 6 minutes old.
Iz must have a really really uneventful life when she starts having dreams about goblin textbooks.
Been back at work since Saturday. It's been pretty good actually. When a certain bunch of us wacky creatures are on together we have a great time. It's amazing to think that you can turn up to work, have lots of fun, get everything done properly and on time and then get paid for it.
First thing Izzie does when entering the door is to say hello and give a big Izzie squish to The Preciousss. She says "Oh. You've been hiding?" "Yessss" says Iz "Slinking and sneaking" "Oh you naughty naughty girl" she replies.
It would be so so nice to have a picture of our little cookie monster. Anyone who works there and has seen "Lord of the Rings" knows EXACTLY why Iz calls her "The Preciousss" and those who don't think that Iz is totally crazy.
A few weeks ago in our auditing class we managed to get off topic as we so often do. The tutor was refering to the notices in the back of the daily newspaper which she calls "Hatched, matched and dispatched" and then proceeded to tell us of a friend of hers who is a nurse in a hospital. Whenever she goes on holidays she looks at the death notices to see if any of her patients are there. Our teacher thought this was just absolutely terrible. Iz was hardly going to admit that is exactly what she does too. I mean - there is a limit to the admissable Izzie wickedness;) So of course, that is exactly what Iz had been doing on her holidays and no-one she knew from the old folks home had their name in the paper up to Friday so Iz assumed it would be a full house. Turns out that Iz got tricked! One of the old timers Bert - who Iz calls "Bertie Bott" died on Thursday evening. In the last 9 months or so he had become grumpier and grumpier. He used to be a big cheese but gradually more and more men came to live in the home and one of the most adorable of all moved into the same room as himself. So suddenly he was no longer the only man who could come and go as he pleased (most of the other men could not walk without assistance) and was no longer getting all the attention. And to make matters worse, not only were we fussing over Wally but he had lots of visitors too and Bert never ever got visitors.
He used to be an alcoholic and treated his family like shit. When his son came out of the closet, he totally and absolutely disowned him - macho jerk that he was. So he basically alienated his family. But by the time he came to the nursing home he was a harmless old toothless bear with a bit of a sore head. While never smiling too much, he did seem rather content. That was of course, until he lost his place in the pecking order.
But the sad sad thing is that sometimes even when you do change, it is too late. The family still saw him as the big bad boozing brute that he used to be (while most of the staff were utterly incapable of imagining him as such) so that he ended up reaping the seeds he had sown many moons ago and died alone and friendless and apparently totally terrified of going.
Many moons ago we used to have a resident from Poland who had been in the Nazi concentration camps. He was always having nightmares and there was very little anyone could do for him. It was just awful. Iz wonders too what sort of dreams his tormentors would have had if they too were still alive.
Human beings are such peculiar creatures. People are so happy to destroy their so called nearest and dearest simply out of a desire to avoid the disapproval of people they probably don't even know or like. Some even go so far as to kill their own daughters or sisters to defend their so called 'family honour'.
The more I get to know my fellow human beings, the more I love my pet rats;)
