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Goblin Housekeeping
06/09/2006 11:32 pmOh what a wonderful start to our evening slinking in Cyberia. Stinking sucky F$%^& Firefox decides that this would be just the perfect opportunity to play dead. Yet one more reason to finally download that OS update and get back our good old fashioned reliable Safari and aMSN neither of which work since the Great Crash of July 2006
And it was such a nice day too. Pretty good pottering downtown and even work wasn't the soul sucking nightmare it's been lately since the arrival of a very bad batch of bitches. There's two sections - one called Rose and the other Camelia. And you just know that if you get stuck amongst the thorns - it's like being kissed by a dozen Dementors. But Izzie has been lucky - 4 of the last five days with the cuties of Camelia. But Monday was our unlucky day. It was also the day we had grand plans for pottering and chatting online.
They'd rostered on two complete and absolute newbies and Fluffie Bunnie in the middle who is as good as useless (since Mummy is the Matron - she does what she damn well likes since she knows she can get away with it)
So, after an utterly awful night where we were kept totally busy until the last minute and even by knock off time at 10pm had still stuff left to do, was still the hope of slinking off to the Lair on the broomstick and listening to Late Night Live in the garden with a glass or two of red. By the time it's over at 11pm would have finally gotten over the shift from hell.
But no. This was the very day that the broomstick decides to throw a tantrum too. Flat as a pancake. Had the old maintenance kit handy but five minutes later - back to where we started. So instead of riding, had to walk the bugger back to the Lair and did not get there until 11pm.
At that stage, was in no state for anything but lurking. And the after effects lasted until yesterday. In spite of the simply glorious weather, was simply too agitated to enjoy it. Lucky was not assigned to Rose that evening or would have been a nervous murderous wreck for the rest of the week.
So, this morning woke up all chirpy and cheerful and finally recovered. Figures that since we don't care too much for walking to work (Still not fixed the broomstick) best thing is to kill two birds with one stone and do stuff today that otherwise would have complicated our plans to visit Fremantle tomorrow.
The biggie was the visit to Vultures (Also known as the Tax Office) Originally intended to drop by on Friday but went to the motherfucking movies instead ;)
It's not just that Izzie is too mean to waste money on a stamp but wants to be sure that the thieving bastards actually get our stuff and don't try the trick of slamming us with a 100 silver sickle fine for late lodgement. (If you don't use registered post - you cannot prove it ever arrived)
Inside the Door of the Dark Dungeons are usually two boxes for other such like minded cheapskates - one for north of the river and the other for south.
But this time they were not there. So Izzie goes to the counter and asks. The lady says this has been discontinued for security reasons. Izzie asks if this is because they are afraid some one might add anthrax to their envelope. Pretty much so she says. We ever so innocently replies that warfarin is our weapon of choice.
These days you can get arrested for saying that sort of thing. Not sure if she comprehended the exact nature of our evil intent but said that if we took the form out of the envelope and gave it to her, she could accept it. Tossed it into a big white round bin with a plastic lid - the sort they use in kitchens to store flour or sugar.
So, that evil piece of paper out of the way, one that will probably cost us 410 silver sickles (Izzie never ever gets refunds) next stop was an Italian deli in search of munchies. Found the long lamented and much missed Konigsbrod crispbread - a round papery thin thing - suspiciously reminiscent of communion wafers - not your common garden variety but the biggie reserved for the priest at the altar. An absolutely essential ingredient for moonlit picnics at graveyards with rats.
Had assumed the company had gone bankrupt since it had vanished a long time ago from our usual source, so was most happy to find a new supplier
The other essential ingredient for this weeks Moonfest was our Chinese mooncakes which are only available for about 8 weeks of the year. Theirs is on 6 October but there's nothing stopping Izzie celebrating twice like we did last year. Sri Melaka make the most munchy magnificent mooncakes - freshly baked in the store - not the imported sickly sweet shrivelled up muck from Taiwan that you get in most Asian specialty stores. They are not cheap - ranging from $$6-8 in price - but that's the whole point of rituals - something special that cannot be had every day - not like Hot Cross Buns which can be got from the first week of January.
Then we got a big kilo jar of tahini and various other bits of wog food - zaa'tar, cardamom pods and other such tasty morsels too before slinking off to get a bus to be at work for 3pm.
Had a very good day in fact apart from the hell that is the Dining Room for Dementors. So, it was a bit of an anticlimax to have such a nice day stuffed up by the Firefox freeze. But it's behaving itself for the moment - LJ autosave is a wonderful thing.
Unfortunately, clouds and thunderstorms are predicted for the next three days so we can only hope they hold off until after moonrise tomorrow.
Only four more days of house elf slavery until we are free for a whole week before departing on our grand European adventure. Still got a bit of packing and stuff to do - making photocopies of essential documents and making our list of things to do and places to go in Amsterdam
Hoping to do lots of pottering online and catch up on all that commenting we had planned for the last few days.
Defrosted the fridge and dejunked on a major scale. Nothing left now but cheeses - lots of cheeses, milk and various sauces and pickles. And a big fat juicy bottle of Sparkling Shiraz which we will drink either on this Tuesday to celebrate the end of our last shift or next Tuesday - our last sleep in Oz for 8 weeks or so.
And it was such a nice day too. Pretty good pottering downtown and even work wasn't the soul sucking nightmare it's been lately since the arrival of a very bad batch of bitches. There's two sections - one called Rose and the other Camelia. And you just know that if you get stuck amongst the thorns - it's like being kissed by a dozen Dementors. But Izzie has been lucky - 4 of the last five days with the cuties of Camelia. But Monday was our unlucky day. It was also the day we had grand plans for pottering and chatting online.
They'd rostered on two complete and absolute newbies and Fluffie Bunnie in the middle who is as good as useless (since Mummy is the Matron - she does what she damn well likes since she knows she can get away with it)
So, after an utterly awful night where we were kept totally busy until the last minute and even by knock off time at 10pm had still stuff left to do, was still the hope of slinking off to the Lair on the broomstick and listening to Late Night Live in the garden with a glass or two of red. By the time it's over at 11pm would have finally gotten over the shift from hell.
But no. This was the very day that the broomstick decides to throw a tantrum too. Flat as a pancake. Had the old maintenance kit handy but five minutes later - back to where we started. So instead of riding, had to walk the bugger back to the Lair and did not get there until 11pm.
At that stage, was in no state for anything but lurking. And the after effects lasted until yesterday. In spite of the simply glorious weather, was simply too agitated to enjoy it. Lucky was not assigned to Rose that evening or would have been a nervous murderous wreck for the rest of the week.
So, this morning woke up all chirpy and cheerful and finally recovered. Figures that since we don't care too much for walking to work (Still not fixed the broomstick) best thing is to kill two birds with one stone and do stuff today that otherwise would have complicated our plans to visit Fremantle tomorrow.
The biggie was the visit to Vultures (Also known as the Tax Office) Originally intended to drop by on Friday but went to the motherfucking movies instead ;)
It's not just that Izzie is too mean to waste money on a stamp but wants to be sure that the thieving bastards actually get our stuff and don't try the trick of slamming us with a 100 silver sickle fine for late lodgement. (If you don't use registered post - you cannot prove it ever arrived)
Inside the Door of the Dark Dungeons are usually two boxes for other such like minded cheapskates - one for north of the river and the other for south.
But this time they were not there. So Izzie goes to the counter and asks. The lady says this has been discontinued for security reasons. Izzie asks if this is because they are afraid some one might add anthrax to their envelope. Pretty much so she says. We ever so innocently replies that warfarin is our weapon of choice.
These days you can get arrested for saying that sort of thing. Not sure if she comprehended the exact nature of our evil intent but said that if we took the form out of the envelope and gave it to her, she could accept it. Tossed it into a big white round bin with a plastic lid - the sort they use in kitchens to store flour or sugar.
So, that evil piece of paper out of the way, one that will probably cost us 410 silver sickles (Izzie never ever gets refunds) next stop was an Italian deli in search of munchies. Found the long lamented and much missed Konigsbrod crispbread - a round papery thin thing - suspiciously reminiscent of communion wafers - not your common garden variety but the biggie reserved for the priest at the altar. An absolutely essential ingredient for moonlit picnics at graveyards with rats.
Had assumed the company had gone bankrupt since it had vanished a long time ago from our usual source, so was most happy to find a new supplier
The other essential ingredient for this weeks Moonfest was our Chinese mooncakes which are only available for about 8 weeks of the year. Theirs is on 6 October but there's nothing stopping Izzie celebrating twice like we did last year. Sri Melaka make the most munchy magnificent mooncakes - freshly baked in the store - not the imported sickly sweet shrivelled up muck from Taiwan that you get in most Asian specialty stores. They are not cheap - ranging from $$6-8 in price - but that's the whole point of rituals - something special that cannot be had every day - not like Hot Cross Buns which can be got from the first week of January.
Then we got a big kilo jar of tahini and various other bits of wog food - zaa'tar, cardamom pods and other such tasty morsels too before slinking off to get a bus to be at work for 3pm.
Had a very good day in fact apart from the hell that is the Dining Room for Dementors. So, it was a bit of an anticlimax to have such a nice day stuffed up by the Firefox freeze. But it's behaving itself for the moment - LJ autosave is a wonderful thing.
Unfortunately, clouds and thunderstorms are predicted for the next three days so we can only hope they hold off until after moonrise tomorrow.
Only four more days of house elf slavery until we are free for a whole week before departing on our grand European adventure. Still got a bit of packing and stuff to do - making photocopies of essential documents and making our list of things to do and places to go in Amsterdam
Hoping to do lots of pottering online and catch up on all that commenting we had planned for the last few days.
Defrosted the fridge and dejunked on a major scale. Nothing left now but cheeses - lots of cheeses, milk and various sauces and pickles. And a big fat juicy bottle of Sparkling Shiraz which we will drink either on this Tuesday to celebrate the end of our last shift or next Tuesday - our last sleep in Oz for 8 weeks or so.
