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Time, it be time

9 o'clock, March 21, 2006

Still no apartment. Looked at another place yesterday evening, a shiny new two-bedroom that I liked quite a bit. Unfortunately the people living in it aren’t actually planning to get out till July. Doubly unfortunately, I liked it enough that I’m not sure I could be satisfied now with the place I looked at on Friday. But there’s plenty more where that came from.

On the other hand, I got paid today! Sorta. I haven’t got a bank account yet — applied online for a Post Office account (yes, the Post Office is a bank here, more or less — another clue that Switzerland and Japan are closely related) after discovering the ridiculous (by U. ‘Free Steak Knives With Checking Account’ S. standards) fees charged by the likes of UBS, but probably won’t actually have an account for a couple of weeks. So instead of a paycheck I got an advance of as much cash as I felt safe carrying — a few days’ pay, enough to get me through that couple of weeks in terms of groceries and pocket money.

It all feels weirdly 19th-century, but I guess that’s sort of the point of moving to Europe, isn’t it?

Now I’ve stayed at work way too late, and it’s time to blow my wage packet on curry and beer.

Comments

I remember the first time I carried around several hundred Francs to go buy something. It was weird.

At some point, however, I noticed that the lady at the Kiosk has no problem with you paying for a small pack of gum with a CHF 100 note.

Few muggings/stickups = ease making change/carrying cash = less pricing pressure on consumer banking?

—— Benjamin Rosenbaum, 1:53 PM, Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Yeah, it's the same in Japan. I can drop a 10,000 yen note on a can of beer or whatever, and the cash register people don't even blink, they just change it accordingly. No huff or anything. I will hate going back to American cashiers with their attitudes about everything under the sun. Even the glummiest of glum people here have nice enough personalities. I knew there were problems in American culture before I left it, but living outside of it showed me there were even more than I thought, in ways I didn't realize were problems until I lived somewhere with an alternative way of handling things that I assumed were just normal and not of great importance, but in fact they were all along. Anyway, good luck settling in to your new culture, David. I'm about ready to come back and see how America feels after all this time.

—— Chris Barzak, 6:08 AM, Thursday, March 23, 2006

Yet when I was in Prague, I could rarely find someone able and willing to cash a 200-crown note (what was Amex *thinking* giving those out in its ATM?), and in Istanbul I often had trouble getting change for a 50,000 lira note.

—— aphrael, 8:22 AM, Thursday, March 23, 2006