The holiday ends
Wednesday, January 5th, 2011 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanSo, the morning will roll around soon enough and with it work. After an extended Christmas and New Year break, I really don't want to go to work. I have got used to not having to. Don't get me wrong, I am glad I have a job and all, but going to work at it is an entirely different matter.
At the best of times, jobs are precious commodities. It is rare that they can be simply chopped and changed below the high-risk, high-return bracket, so we foot soldiers of the economy like to have something settled to go to. In these days of reported economic uncertainty, a job is more than precious: it is priceless. Invaluable. It is my opinion that like other things of great worth, it should be hidden away safely and only looked at on special occasions. We shouldn't play with them five days a week and not expect them to break.
Oh well.
I have decided that I do not like wandering around looking in jewellery shops. Looking at the shinies is one thing, but you have to pick your area and level. This is not something that has weighed heavily on my thoughts in the past, except to accept instinctively that Argos is the bottom of the heap. Hatton Garden, on the other hand, is at the pinnacle of the heap. Sadly, many of the shops there do not treat me as if I may be an eccentric billionaire and I do not wish to have to stand on tip toe to see the eyes looking down on me from above the nostrils that are being aimed at me like double-barrelled Purdeys. Especially when those nostrils belong to dull grey middle aged men wearing shiny but expensive elderly suits and who spend the periods between 'interviewing clients' standing outside on the street smoking woodbines and peering myopically at passers-by as if deciding it is worth deploying a billy.
Not all of them are like that; some are very helpful, as in the jewel craft place suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bibliogirl but even there the chap's heart didn't quite seem to be in it. Perhaps it was the time of year, three days after Christmas and not yet New Year.
The High Street jewellers, by contrast are staffed energetic by young men in suits one size too big for them, and who are clearly on a commission. Simple browsing is not always possible, except through the shop window.
Nonetheless, we are beginning to sift out the (reassuringly wide number of) options in our price range and as soon as the stone and style have been properly nailed down, we will either buy it off the peg, as it were, or perhaps get something a little more bespoke, if the finances hold up.
At the best of times, jobs are precious commodities. It is rare that they can be simply chopped and changed below the high-risk, high-return bracket, so we foot soldiers of the economy like to have something settled to go to. In these days of reported economic uncertainty, a job is more than precious: it is priceless. Invaluable. It is my opinion that like other things of great worth, it should be hidden away safely and only looked at on special occasions. We shouldn't play with them five days a week and not expect them to break.
Oh well.
I have decided that I do not like wandering around looking in jewellery shops. Looking at the shinies is one thing, but you have to pick your area and level. This is not something that has weighed heavily on my thoughts in the past, except to accept instinctively that Argos is the bottom of the heap. Hatton Garden, on the other hand, is at the pinnacle of the heap. Sadly, many of the shops there do not treat me as if I may be an eccentric billionaire and I do not wish to have to stand on tip toe to see the eyes looking down on me from above the nostrils that are being aimed at me like double-barrelled Purdeys. Especially when those nostrils belong to dull grey middle aged men wearing shiny but expensive elderly suits and who spend the periods between 'interviewing clients' standing outside on the street smoking woodbines and peering myopically at passers-by as if deciding it is worth deploying a billy.
Not all of them are like that; some are very helpful, as in the jewel craft place suggested by
bibliogirl but even there the chap's heart didn't quite seem to be in it. Perhaps it was the time of year, three days after Christmas and not yet New Year. The High Street jewellers, by contrast are staffed energetic by young men in suits one size too big for them, and who are clearly on a commission. Simple browsing is not always possible, except through the shop window.
Nonetheless, we are beginning to sift out the (reassuringly wide number of) options in our price range and as soon as the stone and style have been properly nailed down, we will either buy it off the peg, as it were, or perhaps get something a little more bespoke, if the finances hold up.
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Date: 2011-01-05 02:42 am (UTC)Regarding snooty jewellers, it's like the guitar shops on Denmark St: the guys in there used to look down their noses at you when you walked in, and even sneer. A guy I worked with went into one of the worst and when he asked to try out a guitar and they gave him an attitude, he said, "Forget it," and started to leave. When they tried to appease him, he told them he didn't appreciate being talked to like that. These blighters will change their tune if they think you're going elsewhere with your money.
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Date: 2011-01-05 11:16 am (UTC)I say hire both, make them fight and have the winner do it. We could sell tickets to pay for the event!
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Date: 2011-01-05 01:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-01-05 01:01 pm (UTC)I like Berganza, but mostly because they have antique silver, so they are probably not for your needs.
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Date: 2011-01-05 02:01 pm (UTC)*yoom prolly know this being on terms with the Brumites.