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[freyakitten]

I'd talk about bridge tomorrow, but it turned into a rant about Little Old Ladies and the lunch break, so I won't. I shall, instead, get to bed. Probably to dream about cost base calculations, since that's what I've been doing this evening. And cursing about share dividend re-investment and what it does to the calculations for that share, cursing about the calculations necessary due to the tax-deferred components of distributions from another one reducing the cost base (different numbers depending on which half-year you acquired the shares in - of which I have only three), and cursing because thee's a vital sheet of paper from 1996 which isn't in my file. I have no doubt that the damn thing is somewhere, probably in the files of one of the other people in my family who also acquired shares in that companys' Initial Public Offer, but since I know one has disposed of them since, and the other has to clear a path to the particular cupboard which contains the data dating from that period, I'm not expecting to hear that it's turned up any time soon.

Cost base calculations suck. At least some of mine were easy. Can't get much easier than Date, Price, Number, no other data.

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[kriste]

Let me rant about little old ladies instead. I'd just joined a new bridge club with an elderly partner (a relation of an ex-australian partner even!) so that I could have a quiet game of bridge, without my partner moaning (because he probably forgot the last hand faster than me ... and better still he is entirely pleasant, so wouldn't moan anyway) and without me having to concentrate too hard - just to get my skills up a bit (so I'm not an embarrassment to my other partner) and see a few more hands. Everyone for the first week was very pleasant. We did appallingly but neither me or partner cared. The second week we won our section. Everyone was still quite polite and friendly. Third week we place. Fourth week we win again (this had to be a freak though - we played abysmally). Take a weeks break. This week (not all, but enough) people are narky and some are rude. I get the impression they don't like a youngster taking their "local points for local people". Shame, since I enjoy playing with partner.

[freyaw.livejournal.com]

my LOL Lunch-time rant involves the Womens' Trials last year or the year before. We had a full hour for lunch, and there was an outcry that this was too long for them, because it doesn't take that long to eat a sandwich. It does, if you want to get McDonalds' drivethrough, but only 10% of the participants want to get takeout.

Anyway, that year, they shortened the length of time for lunch because of the outcry from the LOLs. I'd finished my pre-lunch match early, heated up my lunch immediately, and was still eating when the next match started.

Then there's the incessant "You've got so much food there, I don't know HOW you can eat that much, you're so small and thin!"

Yeah, idiots, there's a REASON I'm so thin! It's because I cannot eat enough to put on weight unless I stuff myself beyond what I really want and do NO exercise at all. I have difficulty keeping weight on, unless I watch what I eat, and eat sufficient of it! So stop interrupting my shovelling and let me EAT! I can't eat with cards in my hands!

And if you (pointing at one particular LOL) suggest I should leave my coats under your chair again, I'll do it. And then come back and get them when I hit the cold spot. And then put them back under your chair when I'm warm enough again. Then come pick them up again for reasons of shivering during the next hand. Ad nauseum.