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Another Izzie Pity Party
06/11/2008 10:51 pmLooks like it's time to change the Serpent's motto to "Blessed are those who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed"
Had for so so long looked forward to our two weeks off in October/November. Had been getting all nostalgic for Bridgetown for ages and ages and then there was also the Garden Expo to drool over too. And mid October managed to get an extra weekend tossed in too. Due to Thursday and Friday being the serpent's usual days off, this in effect added an extra four days. Absolutely fabulous. Well. That was the map. But the territory turned out rather different indeed
Last day at work was supposed to be Wednesday 22nd. But the Monday turned out to be hot, horrid and humid and the Izzie was getting a nasty stinking cold. By Tuesday a headache got added to the mix and said at work would be taking the Wednesday off sick. So that was an early start to those days off but that nasty bug left the Izzie feeling all cranky and tired until Sunday 26th
It was bad enough that the Garden Expo day turned out to be such a disappointment due to the Singapore style heat and stickiness. But the icing on the cake was booking the ticket for the grand adventure down south only to be told that due to work on the tracks, there'd be no trains in the morning leaving at 9.30am but a coach instead. But due to the coach leaving at 8.30 that meant that the grand plans for the 7am Halloween party were well and truly in the rubbish bin. Had been so so looking forward to that.
It turned out to be a gorgeous crisp and crunchy morning that day. The bus would have been bearable if we didn't have to change buses a ridiculous 3 times and ended up arriving 40 minutes late in spite of leaving a whole hour earlier.
So instead of being all relaxed and enchanted and in a magical mood after a relaxing train ride, ended up all grumpy and cranky and neurotic. All that wasted time also meant no visits to any gardens on the Friday like last time.
Took till some time Saturday afternoon before Izzie finally got in the festive mood. Got up to all sorts of interesting things and visited all sorts of gorgeous gardens but this is a proper pity party so they can wait for another post
At least the trains were running in the afternoons so the return trip was much more pleasant than the one down. Then got to planning what to do with the rest of the week before returning to work next Monday
First item on the agenda for Tuesday was to potter off to the usual cafe haunt, squiggle a few letters and things and toss 150 silver sickles into the credit card account. (had been flashing the plastic on the weekend to pay for accomodation and stuff)
It was raining, grey and gloomy so abandoned that plan and decided instead to just pop down the local shops at 5pm. Was certainly not expecting the big bad hole in the wall to declare "This transaction cannot be processed due to insufficient funds"
So slinked into the store sulking and counting groceries to the very last brass knut
Figured that we'd better drop by the next day before going anywhere. This time a new twist on the evilness. No insufficient funds but the ATM was temporarily out of service.
Couldn't go and actually buy anything in the shops just in case the stupid pay had still not arrived. Using another bank's machine was also out of the question as the fees are really rather outrageous. So went to the city anyway. The big blue ANZ ATM told the same story as the day before. Still the princely sum of six silver sickles left in the account.
Slimy little buggers. Since the new owners took over in May, Izzie's pay had always landed every second Tuesday. Sometimes as early as 2pm but always there by 6pm
Well. It did finally turn up this morning. But nothing like expected. The princely sum of 669 silver sickles when Izzie usually gets just over one thousand for the fortnight. Little shits should have gone the whole way and made it a nice round 666. Izzie is expected to live on this until 20th November (assuming they'll be making a habit of paying two days late) and 550 of that comes out tomorrow to pay the house goblins.
What a wonderful week this is going to be. Will be ringing the little shits tomorrow to see what exactly their pathetic excuse is. Had filled in and signed the time sheet and everything and requested to be paid 50 hours of holiday pay (plus the 2 days worked and one sickie) for the fortnight. Got a stash of at least 130 hours of annual leave so there's no excuse for not letting us have the fifty. But they obviously didn't.
So instead of paying that big chunk off the plastic like planned, will be stretching and bending the little bugger instead.
So spent the first week of these holidays sick and the second week broke with 5 half decent days in the middle.
And now the icing on the cake. Dearest Dudley will be arriving on Saturday morning at Petunia's place. He's arriving at 3 in the morning because he was too cheap to pay for a civilized arrival time. Oh and did Izzie ever mention that he didn't even make a phone call or send a card for Uncle Vernon's 70th birthday about four weeks ago? Funny - if a daughter did that, she'd be disowned and bitched about for the next 70 years but it's ok for a precious little boy.
Over the last few weeks, been all nostalgic about the Grand European Tour of 2006. It's silly to indulge in such memories of the past. It's gone and over. But the one bit of the trip that the serpent totally wants to forget, that is the bit that is rearing its ugly head.
The ma and pa asked if Izzie was coming to the airport to meet him. You must be bloody joking we says. Oh yesss. When he's going, most definitely. Will be nice to him for those two last days but otherwise - no damned way.
Oh but it's mean and nasty to hold grudges they say. Amazing isn't it. You get shat on and insulted for a whole week and are then expected to forgive and forget and turn the other cheek.
All that wimpishness does is reward and encourage arseholes.
Well - one thing to smirk and sneer about. The little shit is an eBay junkie. But he's a clueless git who needs to get his freaky friendses to do all the computer sort of stuff for him
The ma's got rid of her ancient windoze box and now has a sleek and evil Mac with Firefox. No evilnet explorer at all. So the poor little bugger will be totally like a fish out of water.
Revenge is a dish best served cold
Had for so so long looked forward to our two weeks off in October/November. Had been getting all nostalgic for Bridgetown for ages and ages and then there was also the Garden Expo to drool over too. And mid October managed to get an extra weekend tossed in too. Due to Thursday and Friday being the serpent's usual days off, this in effect added an extra four days. Absolutely fabulous. Well. That was the map. But the territory turned out rather different indeed
Last day at work was supposed to be Wednesday 22nd. But the Monday turned out to be hot, horrid and humid and the Izzie was getting a nasty stinking cold. By Tuesday a headache got added to the mix and said at work would be taking the Wednesday off sick. So that was an early start to those days off but that nasty bug left the Izzie feeling all cranky and tired until Sunday 26th
It was bad enough that the Garden Expo day turned out to be such a disappointment due to the Singapore style heat and stickiness. But the icing on the cake was booking the ticket for the grand adventure down south only to be told that due to work on the tracks, there'd be no trains in the morning leaving at 9.30am but a coach instead. But due to the coach leaving at 8.30 that meant that the grand plans for the 7am Halloween party were well and truly in the rubbish bin. Had been so so looking forward to that.
It turned out to be a gorgeous crisp and crunchy morning that day. The bus would have been bearable if we didn't have to change buses a ridiculous 3 times and ended up arriving 40 minutes late in spite of leaving a whole hour earlier.
So instead of being all relaxed and enchanted and in a magical mood after a relaxing train ride, ended up all grumpy and cranky and neurotic. All that wasted time also meant no visits to any gardens on the Friday like last time.
Took till some time Saturday afternoon before Izzie finally got in the festive mood. Got up to all sorts of interesting things and visited all sorts of gorgeous gardens but this is a proper pity party so they can wait for another post
At least the trains were running in the afternoons so the return trip was much more pleasant than the one down. Then got to planning what to do with the rest of the week before returning to work next Monday
First item on the agenda for Tuesday was to potter off to the usual cafe haunt, squiggle a few letters and things and toss 150 silver sickles into the credit card account. (had been flashing the plastic on the weekend to pay for accomodation and stuff)
It was raining, grey and gloomy so abandoned that plan and decided instead to just pop down the local shops at 5pm. Was certainly not expecting the big bad hole in the wall to declare "This transaction cannot be processed due to insufficient funds"
So slinked into the store sulking and counting groceries to the very last brass knut
Figured that we'd better drop by the next day before going anywhere. This time a new twist on the evilness. No insufficient funds but the ATM was temporarily out of service.
Couldn't go and actually buy anything in the shops just in case the stupid pay had still not arrived. Using another bank's machine was also out of the question as the fees are really rather outrageous. So went to the city anyway. The big blue ANZ ATM told the same story as the day before. Still the princely sum of six silver sickles left in the account.
Slimy little buggers. Since the new owners took over in May, Izzie's pay had always landed every second Tuesday. Sometimes as early as 2pm but always there by 6pm
Well. It did finally turn up this morning. But nothing like expected. The princely sum of 669 silver sickles when Izzie usually gets just over one thousand for the fortnight. Little shits should have gone the whole way and made it a nice round 666. Izzie is expected to live on this until 20th November (assuming they'll be making a habit of paying two days late) and 550 of that comes out tomorrow to pay the house goblins.
What a wonderful week this is going to be. Will be ringing the little shits tomorrow to see what exactly their pathetic excuse is. Had filled in and signed the time sheet and everything and requested to be paid 50 hours of holiday pay (plus the 2 days worked and one sickie) for the fortnight. Got a stash of at least 130 hours of annual leave so there's no excuse for not letting us have the fifty. But they obviously didn't.
So instead of paying that big chunk off the plastic like planned, will be stretching and bending the little bugger instead.
So spent the first week of these holidays sick and the second week broke with 5 half decent days in the middle.
And now the icing on the cake. Dearest Dudley will be arriving on Saturday morning at Petunia's place. He's arriving at 3 in the morning because he was too cheap to pay for a civilized arrival time. Oh and did Izzie ever mention that he didn't even make a phone call or send a card for Uncle Vernon's 70th birthday about four weeks ago? Funny - if a daughter did that, she'd be disowned and bitched about for the next 70 years but it's ok for a precious little boy.
Over the last few weeks, been all nostalgic about the Grand European Tour of 2006. It's silly to indulge in such memories of the past. It's gone and over. But the one bit of the trip that the serpent totally wants to forget, that is the bit that is rearing its ugly head.
The ma and pa asked if Izzie was coming to the airport to meet him. You must be bloody joking we says. Oh yesss. When he's going, most definitely. Will be nice to him for those two last days but otherwise - no damned way.
Oh but it's mean and nasty to hold grudges they say. Amazing isn't it. You get shat on and insulted for a whole week and are then expected to forgive and forget and turn the other cheek.
All that wimpishness does is reward and encourage arseholes.
Well - one thing to smirk and sneer about. The little shit is an eBay junkie. But he's a clueless git who needs to get his freaky friendses to do all the computer sort of stuff for him
The ma's got rid of her ancient windoze box and now has a sleek and evil Mac with Firefox. No evilnet explorer at all. So the poor little bugger will be totally like a fish out of water.
Revenge is a dish best served cold
