Slowly slinking back to reality
22/11/2006 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaYesss. Our first week of return to house elf slavery has ended. Not much changed. Same old cheap nastiness. The only decent one in management circles has now gone - Belinda the lady who did the wages, the reception desk and who was the only one of the inner circle capable of writing memos without at least 3 spelling mistakes and in size 20 bold font and capitals (oh and did we mention the red ink)
A new memo appeared saying that due to restructuring of the department, they had come to an agreement acceptable to all parties which in plain English - well at least according to the rumours was that they gave her a choice of working 3 days instead of 5 per week and on junior wages! Needless to say, aside from the significant loss of income - such a proposal is a total insult that no self respecting elf would accept - especially since the bitch proposing it who has no qualifications at all other than being the daughter of the owner (in a position especially created for her) certainly had no intentions of setting a good example by working for junior wages herself.
And all this sort of thing is perfectly possible under our new bright and shining industrial relations system.
Izzie has resolved to not let the bastards get us down. Firstly, work is actually much easier now - well at least in the morning anyway as two of the whiniest nastiest most demanding Moaning Myrtle residents have departed this mortal coil and secondly, now that we've used up our long service leave on that Grand European Tour, there's no excuses any more for staying except pure laziness and procrastination.
But having so many morning shifts in the next few weeks or so does mean that our online time is severely restricted. Or rather online chat time. We normally don't like to spend daylight hours in Cyberia unless it's sizzling hot outside and when it's necessary to be up for 5.30 the next day, nights are out of the question. But also - the days we do early shifts - like this morning - it happened on Monday too - just suddenly felt tired around 9ish or so and just not in the mood for lurking. It's either old age or very delayed jet lag.
Wednesday was our first day in the Lair. It was so so nice to be back home after two days at the Dursleys. The ma and pa are well meaning in their own way but such a pair of white ants. The constant carping and snarking and obsession with this python's pot belliedness just gets too much at times. There's the underlying belief that only losers, fatties or otherwise dodgy creatures would ever want to associate with a creature as fat and ugly as Izzie. The mere idea that Izzie could have intelligent or beautiful friends is just so damned preposterous that they simply refuse to entertain it. Needless to say - we were not amused by having our serpentine associates dissed in such a dismissive shallow manner.
Like all Petunia wanted to know about our Fairy Godmother in Emden was not is she happy or well (She had a heart operation back in 2001) but "Is she still fat?"
So, we started our Dursley free afternoon by visiting the local shops and post office to stock up on essentials such as dialup top ups, phone credits, stamps, milk and loo paper. It was strange to see just how far 50 silver sickles would go. Was so used to it flying out of our fingers with very little to show for it while in Euroland.
Thursday was in our favorite grocery store - a Greek delicatessen sort of place. Very old fashioned where many of the things are in the original bags and you just put the bit you need in the plastic or paper bags provided and they weigh it at the counter.
They have a pretty good selection of cheese too. Resisted the temptation to get some Gruyere. They even had pumpkin juice all the way from Austria. Also resisted - thinking that buying this stuff is just an emotional reaction and withdrawal symptoms from our wonderful adventures. Turned out just as well. After a fit of nostalgia peeking through the bits from that brilliant "Bio" shop - the bits that customs didn't snatch or we did not have to leave behind - found that we did have a bottle of pumpkin juice after all. Had bought it in Amsterdam and wrapped it in a plastic bag in case of accidents so never did find it when rummaging for it a few nights previously
So, it seems we are finally getting to the stage where we can appreciate the adventures we had and enjoy the memories rather than be all nostalgic and wistful and sad that it all had to end and to vainly attempt to recreate the memories by buying things we don't need.
A new memo appeared saying that due to restructuring of the department, they had come to an agreement acceptable to all parties which in plain English - well at least according to the rumours was that they gave her a choice of working 3 days instead of 5 per week and on junior wages! Needless to say, aside from the significant loss of income - such a proposal is a total insult that no self respecting elf would accept - especially since the bitch proposing it who has no qualifications at all other than being the daughter of the owner (in a position especially created for her) certainly had no intentions of setting a good example by working for junior wages herself.
And all this sort of thing is perfectly possible under our new bright and shining industrial relations system.
Izzie has resolved to not let the bastards get us down. Firstly, work is actually much easier now - well at least in the morning anyway as two of the whiniest nastiest most demanding Moaning Myrtle residents have departed this mortal coil and secondly, now that we've used up our long service leave on that Grand European Tour, there's no excuses any more for staying except pure laziness and procrastination.
But having so many morning shifts in the next few weeks or so does mean that our online time is severely restricted. Or rather online chat time. We normally don't like to spend daylight hours in Cyberia unless it's sizzling hot outside and when it's necessary to be up for 5.30 the next day, nights are out of the question. But also - the days we do early shifts - like this morning - it happened on Monday too - just suddenly felt tired around 9ish or so and just not in the mood for lurking. It's either old age or very delayed jet lag.
Wednesday was our first day in the Lair. It was so so nice to be back home after two days at the Dursleys. The ma and pa are well meaning in their own way but such a pair of white ants. The constant carping and snarking and obsession with this python's pot belliedness just gets too much at times. There's the underlying belief that only losers, fatties or otherwise dodgy creatures would ever want to associate with a creature as fat and ugly as Izzie. The mere idea that Izzie could have intelligent or beautiful friends is just so damned preposterous that they simply refuse to entertain it. Needless to say - we were not amused by having our serpentine associates dissed in such a dismissive shallow manner.
Like all Petunia wanted to know about our Fairy Godmother in Emden was not is she happy or well (She had a heart operation back in 2001) but "Is she still fat?"
So, we started our Dursley free afternoon by visiting the local shops and post office to stock up on essentials such as dialup top ups, phone credits, stamps, milk and loo paper. It was strange to see just how far 50 silver sickles would go. Was so used to it flying out of our fingers with very little to show for it while in Euroland.
Thursday was in our favorite grocery store - a Greek delicatessen sort of place. Very old fashioned where many of the things are in the original bags and you just put the bit you need in the plastic or paper bags provided and they weigh it at the counter.
They have a pretty good selection of cheese too. Resisted the temptation to get some Gruyere. They even had pumpkin juice all the way from Austria. Also resisted - thinking that buying this stuff is just an emotional reaction and withdrawal symptoms from our wonderful adventures. Turned out just as well. After a fit of nostalgia peeking through the bits from that brilliant "Bio" shop - the bits that customs didn't snatch or we did not have to leave behind - found that we did have a bottle of pumpkin juice after all. Had bought it in Amsterdam and wrapped it in a plastic bag in case of accidents so never did find it when rummaging for it a few nights previously
So, it seems we are finally getting to the stage where we can appreciate the adventures we had and enjoy the memories rather than be all nostalgic and wistful and sad that it all had to end and to vainly attempt to recreate the memories by buying things we don't need.
