Chops

No I'm not talking about our government again, rather our dinner last night. A simple meal of pork chops fried in butter & braai salt and basted at the end with Jimmy's sauce. Served with baked potatoes, baby carrots, and a cauliflower/broccoli mix from a frozen packet. I made a creamy cheese & pepper sauce which I drowned my food in, as always! Like people often say "have some food with your sauce mate!"

Breakfast today was salami liver spread & cheese on toast. Lekker healthy!

This morning, for the third day in a row I missioned off to the Chris Barnard building on Medical Campus to survey the place. The building is 10 floors so lots of work to do, and as some areas are highly restricted there were naturally delays. I managed to get access to most areas in the end, except half of one floor where I'd need to strip down, change into protective clothing and go through decontamination chambers to get in and out. Fascinating as it seems, I didn't go in, fortunately the guy who runs the place gave me the detailed info I need.

Interesting place with some fascinating stuff going on. Unfortunately I'm not permitted to discuss what is in there and what goes on, at the risk of losing my job, so don't ask!

Though this was not nearly as fascinating, and downright nightmarish, compared to the basement of the Anatomy building! Horror movies like "Saw" will make me laugh in future, after the shit I saw there!

The other thing going on in my weird world at the mo is that I'm actually gradually spiraling into a mild depression over my financial worries. I won't go into detail, but the fact is I'm flat broke, again, with over a week to go until pay-day, and the fact that my employers screwed me out of an anticipated annual pay-rise at the same time as everybody else in January (because they didn't know what rate to put me on because I never received a performance review!) really didn't help matters! Hopefully it's sorted and back-paid this month! I earn a reasonable salary, and I don't waste money except for the odd bottle of cheap whiskey and a pack of smokes every few days, yet after bills and debts have been paid I have very little left to get through the month! It's a constant worry and it's really getting me down lately! I don't know what to do to get some extra cash in, fuck I can't even afford a lotto ticket! How bad is that! And the most fucked up thing of all is the bank, MY bank, will not help me with a temporary overdraft or a credit card because I do not have enough of a credit rating!!! I do not have a bad credit score, just not enough of one, because I "don't have the right kind of debts"! Fucking mortgage, car, personal loan, etc doesn't count! You need expensive store cards and consumer accounts to be able to get more debt!!! Not that I want more debt, but this month I needed a respite, and my bank basically told me to fuck off because I don't have enough debt of the bad kinds to qualify for a decent credit score! Somehow that system does not seem to make sense to me! I was never a boff in financial matters (clearly), but this bullshit seems all wrong! Even more intriguing is the fact that the consultants at the bank, which one always seems to have to wait ages to speak to, seem unable to think for themselves nor are they permitted to use their discretion; everything they tell you comes from their computer screen! They speak on behalf of a fucking machine, which in turn dictates our lives and subsequently causes unnecessary shit through no fault of our own! All my bills and debts are paid meticulously every month, but that too counts for sweet fuck-all!

I am so disappointed in my bank (FNB) it actually hurts, after I was so happy with them since I joined them after the rip-off bunch of idiots that was Absa! They have made me feel like a criminal, like I'm not worthy of the products they otherwise force down the average mans throat! Hell they offered me a credit card and overdraft when I signed up with them, when they didn't know me from Adam, both of which I politely declined at the time! But spend a year with them as a loyal customer diligently paying my dues and suddenly I'm no longer worthy!

Somebody please explain that logic to me!

Anyway, I'll play their game and get a few store cards, such as Edgars where I buy my clothing anyway. Hopefully from next month onwards the need for more bank debt will not be an issue again!

One of these days I'll get my own business going, whatever that turns out to be, my outstanding debts will be paid, and the bullshit banks can kiss my hairy white arse until kingdom come! One day I'll be rich... just watch this space...

Apologies for this rant, it was not intended right now. I just got worked up again over my depressing financial woes.

In context with the original article, my bank is the biggest bunch of chops! Fuck-em!