Holiday Entitlement

As a casual worker at the museum, I was informed this morning that I am entitled to holiday pay. My initial thought was a resounding yippee! Money for doing bugger all is always good. However upon trying to decipher what the hell the conditions of this payment are I was left feeling rather bewildered. Working for the Council has both advantages and disadvantages - the main problem being that bureaucracy extends to all levels, even catering.

Seriously the letter is written like a solicitors case file. I'm sure I'm entitled to a whole load of money but how much I think will remain one of those mysteries, filed away with aliens and pixies.

I'm hoping my boss will shed some light on it. Would be lovely to get some dosh before Christmas.

Fishfinger Sandwich Anyone?

I'm not entirely sure when it got to the point were fishfinger sandwiches were considered a delicious cuisine. Maybe I missed the memo on that one. However, according to my housemate it is tres bien. I believe that remains to be seen and since it's something I will never try... well it will never be seen.

She's in a slightly more diabolical financial state than myself and was rather impressed by the fact £3.00 at Sainsburys buys five packets of fishfingers and a loaf of bread. Apparently this shopping trip will keep her going for the next few weeks. I raised a brow at this.

It wouldn't keep me going for an hour.

And I would rather eat gravel. Fishfingers are like eating boiled bones.

It got me to thinking about the weird things I have eaten as a student. Mash is a staple food. Seriously, its fluffy goodness that comes in powder form. Excellent. But my menu has ranged from rice with ketchup in to tinned curry on toast. Not so weird when you consider a friend of mine who tried to make a cooking sauce using milk. Not only gross but highly ineffective. It tastes rank. Don't try it.

It's nearly as bad as a girl I knew who dipped toast in hot chocolate. This wasn't a poverty thing but a taste preference. Either way, it still turns my stomach a little just thinking about it, but then I have put soup in a tortilla before. Not quite Mexican, and incredibly messy, but still, it did the trick.