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.
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?