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izmeinaToday was so so unlike yesterday. No crisp cold sunny day. Just wet and miserable. It was so so tempting to curl up all day in our serpent basket. But it's a day off and we don't want to waste it. Lately the Izzie has taken to bringing the Preciousss to Angel's Cafe on Thursdays in order to get our fix of Radio National podcasts and other downloads. But since the pissy new short shifts start today and the Izzie has ended up with a 7am to 11am on Saturday, makes more sense to go then and we can also pop by the markets which are only open weekends to pick up our weekly fix of bunches of basil leaves.
But Izzie also had other motives. There's a little Italian deli enroute that sells the most scrumplicious parmesan cheese for only $$13 per kilo. If you buy half a wheel (around 4-5kg) then you get the reduced price of $$10. This stuff is actually not from Italy but Middle Earth (Known to muggles as New Zealand) and is just as good if not better than the ridiculously expensive Gran Padano.
Our last 4 kilo stash has finally run out and we figures that since we will not be hill climbing or hiking, that it would be a perfect opportunity to pop by on the way to St Brutus. Problem was, silly Izzie forgot to grab some gold galleons from the goblin machines at the bank yesterday. These Italian folks do cash only so we need to get the loot enroute.
So the Iz popped into some crappy little supermarket and bought a few things. Got to the counter, pulled out the plastic fantastic and requested a total of $$40 including groceries. Typed in our PIN and the usual. The check out chap said that our transaction was declined. Izzie was just flabbergasted. What the fuck. Our pay arrives around 7pm every second Wednesday. Well. At least it is supposed to. Never once entered the Izzie's ickle green skull that it wouldn't be there. Lucky we did have the cash but that was not the point. We had made this deviation especially for the purpose of getting our cheese money and now we would not be getting any at all. Bastards.
So got the bus straight into Freo without detours and checked once again at about 12.30pm. After all – the bus ticket was still valid until 1.30pm so there was still a chance to go there and back again.
Still nothing there so we decided to potter off to St Brutus as was our original plan after getting our cheese. On the way, had the sudden realization, what happens if our loot is still not there this evening? The Thursday following pay day is when the house goblins deduct their mortgage payments. If there is no loot in the vault, the bank charges an outrageous $$30 dishonour fee. But because Izzie's loan is split, there's two payment which means of course – two lots of dishonour fees. It's bad enough getting paid house elf wage rates but not even getting them is even worse. As if Izzie is so stinking rich that she can just toss away 6 hours of her life working to pay goblin bank fees. And this from a bunch of scumbags who have just brought in a whole bunch of pissy little four hour shifts so that it gets even harder to get enough hours to live on per week.
Izzie was most murderous. Memories of May 1995 when we once received a notification from the bank to inform us that we had been charged a bouncy bouncy fee of nine silver sickles because our wages cheque had bounced!!! Talk about adding insult to injury. Where is the justice in that – your employer screws you by having no money to back their wages cheques and then the bank shits on you for your employer's scrooginess?
At 4pm, there was still a chance to potter off to snatch our parmesan before the deli closed at 5pm but there was still only 27 silver sickles in the Izzie vault. By this stage, the Izzie was murderous. Filthy thieving goblin scum. Will be sending those bastards our bank fee bill. Let them pay. No doubt Dolores would snarkily say that we should learn to live within our means and have a nest egg available for just such occasions.
By 6pm, the loot was finally there. But it was only 300 gold galleons. So obviously, the mortgage payments had already been deducted but we have the sneaking suspicion that the bank goblins may have grabbed their 60 as well. Tomorrow, will need to go during bank hours to check and if they havc, will be straight off to the union to ask where we legally stand with demanding that those scumbags pay those bank fees. They have pushed the Izzie just too far this time. We wants blood. And we haven't even got to posting about Dolore's latest efforts in pissing off the house elves. Wonder how many more have resigned since Tuesday.
The big fat juicy moonrise from yesterday managed to make its way onto the front page of the newspaper. It was pretty but did not seem that much bigger than usual. Unfortunately, it was cloudy this evening so we did not get to see it rise again from a less hilly location.
At least, watching the moon and stars puts all Izzie's mundane muggle worries in perspective. Human beings are such pathetic puny insignificant creatures.
But Izzie also had other motives. There's a little Italian deli enroute that sells the most scrumplicious parmesan cheese for only $$13 per kilo. If you buy half a wheel (around 4-5kg) then you get the reduced price of $$10. This stuff is actually not from Italy but Middle Earth (Known to muggles as New Zealand) and is just as good if not better than the ridiculously expensive Gran Padano.
Our last 4 kilo stash has finally run out and we figures that since we will not be hill climbing or hiking, that it would be a perfect opportunity to pop by on the way to St Brutus. Problem was, silly Izzie forgot to grab some gold galleons from the goblin machines at the bank yesterday. These Italian folks do cash only so we need to get the loot enroute.
So the Iz popped into some crappy little supermarket and bought a few things. Got to the counter, pulled out the plastic fantastic and requested a total of $$40 including groceries. Typed in our PIN and the usual. The check out chap said that our transaction was declined. Izzie was just flabbergasted. What the fuck. Our pay arrives around 7pm every second Wednesday. Well. At least it is supposed to. Never once entered the Izzie's ickle green skull that it wouldn't be there. Lucky we did have the cash but that was not the point. We had made this deviation especially for the purpose of getting our cheese money and now we would not be getting any at all. Bastards.
So got the bus straight into Freo without detours and checked once again at about 12.30pm. After all – the bus ticket was still valid until 1.30pm so there was still a chance to go there and back again.
Still nothing there so we decided to potter off to St Brutus as was our original plan after getting our cheese. On the way, had the sudden realization, what happens if our loot is still not there this evening? The Thursday following pay day is when the house goblins deduct their mortgage payments. If there is no loot in the vault, the bank charges an outrageous $$30 dishonour fee. But because Izzie's loan is split, there's two payment which means of course – two lots of dishonour fees. It's bad enough getting paid house elf wage rates but not even getting them is even worse. As if Izzie is so stinking rich that she can just toss away 6 hours of her life working to pay goblin bank fees. And this from a bunch of scumbags who have just brought in a whole bunch of pissy little four hour shifts so that it gets even harder to get enough hours to live on per week.
Izzie was most murderous. Memories of May 1995 when we once received a notification from the bank to inform us that we had been charged a bouncy bouncy fee of nine silver sickles because our wages cheque had bounced!!! Talk about adding insult to injury. Where is the justice in that – your employer screws you by having no money to back their wages cheques and then the bank shits on you for your employer's scrooginess?
At 4pm, there was still a chance to potter off to snatch our parmesan before the deli closed at 5pm but there was still only 27 silver sickles in the Izzie vault. By this stage, the Izzie was murderous. Filthy thieving goblin scum. Will be sending those bastards our bank fee bill. Let them pay. No doubt Dolores would snarkily say that we should learn to live within our means and have a nest egg available for just such occasions.
By 6pm, the loot was finally there. But it was only 300 gold galleons. So obviously, the mortgage payments had already been deducted but we have the sneaking suspicion that the bank goblins may have grabbed their 60 as well. Tomorrow, will need to go during bank hours to check and if they havc, will be straight off to the union to ask where we legally stand with demanding that those scumbags pay those bank fees. They have pushed the Izzie just too far this time. We wants blood. And we haven't even got to posting about Dolore's latest efforts in pissing off the house elves. Wonder how many more have resigned since Tuesday.
The big fat juicy moonrise from yesterday managed to make its way onto the front page of the newspaper. It was pretty but did not seem that much bigger than usual. Unfortunately, it was cloudy this evening so we did not get to see it rise again from a less hilly location.
At least, watching the moon and stars puts all Izzie's mundane muggle worries in perspective. Human beings are such pathetic puny insignificant creatures.
