A funny old week…

It’s been a funny old week.

I went to do a little early (or late, if you’re my sister) Christmas shopping. The machine refused my credit card. We tried three times but…na da. I couldn’t understand it. Just two nights previous The Old Boy handed the card to me and told me to cut up the old one; which I did. The card should have had plenty of credit on it. Turns out the new card, which looked exactly like the “old” one – black, Visa – was a different Visa card. It was one I’ve never used. I’d forgotten that I even had it. I don’t know why he persists in giving it to me because, not only do I not use it, I can’t use it as it’s never activated. So, I cut up a perfectly good Visa card and replaced it with one I can never use. sigh.

Later that same night I put a dozen eggs on to boil. I remembered them two hours later. Home-made hand grenades.

We got a letter from the Tax Department. The Old Boy can no longer claim the spouse rebate for me. They’ve changed the rules. I missed out on being old enough by about four months. I’m not decrepit enough: I can still dress myself. I’m not in the armed forces serving overseas, and I’m not a full-time carer for a disabled child or demented parent. Therefore, I should find myself a job that pays enough to cover the shortfall.

There’s a little problem with that scenario: who’ll employ a woman my age (mumble-mumbly) who has collapsed discs in her spine with arthritis mixed in so she can only stand or walk for about 15 minutes; with lymphoedema in her right arm; chronic tendonitis in her left caused by medication she’s on because she has terminal cancer? Hmmm… Let me think… Yep; it does wonderful things for my self-esteem.

Then I heard that there was a kerfuffle about the Booker Prize. Hilary Mantel had won it for the second time. This is an extraordinary achievement. However, some people complained that the prize should have gone to someone else, to give support to the smaller publishers; to spread the publicity around; to give someone else a go, as Ms Mantel had already won it so she didn’t need another one. WHAT?!!

If she was the best, then she deserved to win. Otherwise, why not just put some names in a hat – all the politically acceptable/artistically fashionable names – and then draw one out. Of course the prize will have no particular significance any more but what the hey: everyone should get to hold the trophy at least once, right? Tell that to Mark Spitz. Tell that to Brazil’s soccer team.

The world is crazy. A 14 year old girl is shot in the face for wanting to go to school. A woman is verbally shot down for daring to win a prestigious literary prize, twice. A female Prime Minister is ridiculed for falling over in public. Yet, I can remember a male Prime Minister having a similar experience – and a US President, come to think of it – and the fellas basked in the sympathy.

I feel for you, ladies. I could put it down to misogyny, bigotry and sexism…but it’s just as possible it’s because it’s been a funny old week. Perhaps the next one will be better.

PS. I redeemed the eggs. I cut away the burnt bits and then mashed up the rest. I added some mustard, some salt and pepper and some mayonnaise, and made egg salad. It’s nice on toast. Waste not, want not.

10 Comments

  1. Howard Davies
    Oct 28, 2012

    President Gerald Ford used to to funny things like put flowers in his button hole with the vase still around the flower. That was just a 1976 joke but I do believe Jimmy Carter was once attacked by a rabbit; as was Cleese in The Holy Grail. Art apparently does imitate life.
    As for the spouse rebate: I would suggest robbing a bottle shop for more beneficial attention or, and you would need the head of the house’s permission for this one:- join me with my Kmart catalogue concept. I’ll cover the boxer shorts, Glyn who was at church this morning can do the terry towelling bathrobes like Shifty Eyes Hawke did with Blanche on the colour supplements in the early 90s. You Wendy have the gift of the gab. What about presenting the infomercials for Glyn and my part time modelling agency?
    Seriously, I have recently decided to be more balanced and dislike all politicians. As Steele Ruud once wrote: “The best politician is a dead one”.

    • Wendy Noble
      Oct 28, 2012

      Thanks for those insights, Howard. They’re rivetting! I’ll give the infomercials serious consideration. Get your people to talk to my people. 🙂

  2. Ken Rolph
    Oct 20, 2012

    The ATO must be tightening up the rules. Jan applied for the mature age worker offset (or something) and didn’t get it. Now we owe them money.

    I’m running into places online that will only let you sign up if they can send you a password via your mobile phone. Which is a bit of a limitation since I don’t have one. Perhaps the younger generation is trying to tell us something.

    Like, go away.

    • Wendy Noble
      Oct 21, 2012

      The ATO have definitely tightened the rules, Ken. The mature age worker payment is now given to the employer, not the employee, and only if it is a new job. Of course, those of us who are self-employed don’t get the payment. As for society’s reliance on mobile phones: this could prove to be a liability in the long run. Mind you, I’m seriously threatened by the over-reliance on technology (machines are out to get us) so I could be mistaken.

  3. Paula Vince
    Oct 20, 2012

    Funny old weeks like yours can only happen in this world, which we know is as crazy as you describe. That’s such a pain, about the card, not to mention the tax department.

    • Wendy Noble
      Oct 21, 2012

      True, Paula, but the last paragraph or so helps to put my grizzles into perspective. 🙂

  4. Lisa
    Oct 20, 2012

    A thoughtful reflection there Wendy with the usual funny view of things making me giggle. Thanks for sharing.

    • Wendy Noble
      Oct 21, 2012

      Thanks for reading and giggling!

  5. Liz
    Oct 20, 2012

    well done redeeming the eggs Wendy. I did that once and ended up with the eggs exploding. Was finding egg bits in the kitchen for weeks afterwards!
    It is a crazy world for sure. thanks for sharing your perspective of it and for sharing your vulnerabilities too. It helps to know I’m not alone in doing dumb things xx

    • Wendy Noble
      Oct 21, 2012

      No man is an island, Liz. 🙂

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