Life, or something like it
So, living with mum is equally utterly horrendous and not too bad.
I'm getting settled, I'm mostly unpacked.
My CDs and books are all put away, my Millennium Falcon is back out on display and my dreamcatcher is above my bed.
I'm having a big clear out of clothes again - lots going on the ebay pile and lots going in the bin.
I'm waiting for the nice people at DHL to deliver my new phone to me.
I've found a bed, just need to find £150 to pay for it - so that's totally the first thing I shall be doing once I have a job.
Interview wise, I have two tomorrow and two on thursday. I shall be contacting the jobseekers people today - can't do it now because mum's out and... well.. waiting for the DHL... the phonecall to sign up for unemployment is like an hour and you kno the second I start it, the knock on the door will come.
I'm not sleeping well because the bed is too small and I've got too much going on in my head.
Mum and I are both used to our own routines - and they keep clashing
I have nowhere to put my CDs
I'm getting settled, I'm mostly unpacked.
My CDs and books are all put away, my Millennium Falcon is back out on display and my dreamcatcher is above my bed.
I'm having a big clear out of clothes again - lots going on the ebay pile and lots going in the bin.
I'm waiting for the nice people at DHL to deliver my new phone to me.
I've found a bed, just need to find £150 to pay for it - so that's totally the first thing I shall be doing once I have a job.
Interview wise, I have two tomorrow and two on thursday. I shall be contacting the jobseekers people today - can't do it now because mum's out and... well.. waiting for the DHL... the phonecall to sign up for unemployment is like an hour and you kno the second I start it, the knock on the door will come.
I'm not sleeping well because the bed is too small and I've got too much going on in my head.
Mum and I are both used to our own routines - and they keep clashing
I have nowhere to put my CDs