I awoke this morning with
something of a panic - the realisation that I'd not paid last month's
credit card bill. I'm usually so good about that. In thirty years of
having had a credit card I've paid it off (in full) every
month. This time I was five days late in making the payment. I wonder
how much that will cost me in interest?
Probably more than the
worth of the money-off voucher I got from Morrisons when I re-fueled
the car last night. For all that Morrisons has the cheapest petrol, I
can't say I'm impressed with their loyalty points scheme. I've been
gathering points from them for almost a year, and a year's worth of
petrol has equated to a voucher worth five pounds. I get more profit
in five minutes from doing on-line surveys.
I did two of those today;
about beer and mobile phones. Mind you, those surveys can be a con
sometimes; it annoys me to be over half way through the survey only
to be told that I don't fit the profile they are looking for and to
be rejected. Still, I've noticed that my shoes are wearing out - the
money I get from the surveys will pay for a new pair (hopefully).
Talking of money, as I
drove to work there was an interesting program on the radio about
economics and the country's current financial plight. Apparently the
current British economy is comparable to what it was in the early
1930s. The woman presenting the show had several guest experts in
economics; all of whom were under orders that what they said had to
be comprehensible to the average intelligent layman. I've always
considered myself to be reasonably bright, but I couldn't make sense
of what they were saying. I don't understand how having inflation
running higher than the average increase in wages can reduce the
national debt, but (apparently) it could do.
The program mentioned
about how tight the current economic climate was, and how this is a
terrible time to be seeking work. I got thoroughly depressed, and
then an agency phoned me with a possible job opening. Here's hoping.
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered; this time at my house. Being on a 10pm finish I missed
seeing everyone. I was a bit miffed about that, but the chance of a
couple of hours overtime isn't to be turned down lightly.
And
here's something to make you think. In the past I've lambasted
the Church of England for backing down on its principles to accept
gay marriages. I see the Boy Scouts of America are standing firm in
their rejection of all things gay, despite fierce criticism. Whether
you agree with them or not (frankly I don't) you have to
admire how they are sticking to what they believe.
Having said that, I can't
pretend that I'm a fan of the Boy Scouts of America. Having spent a
week with them at one of their summer camps I wasn't impressed with
what I saw. They ran their operation along frankly military lines,
and several of their leaders made it perfectly clear that having
piercings and tattoos made me unsuitable to be a scout leader. I
can't believe that my week in Camp Piggot was now almost exactly
eight years ago. I've got a diary from that time somewhere. I wish I
knew where it was...
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