Fuck the world, fuck the universe, fuck estate agents especially!
The fucking day I have had. THE FUCKING DAY. If there has ever been a time I have ever regretted not drinking BOY LET ME TELL YOU, IT IS TODAY. I would love to sink my face into a double vodka Martini (though it's probably just as well I can't I still want to DAMN IT).
Ok, the good:
*I think I've got my MA. I got an email from BTP saying that my uni has confined I'm eligible for the workshop. In order to be eligible I would have had to of passed. So there you are. I am now officially a Master of art. Heh.
*We move in Saturday. IN THEORY (more on this later).
*I have a trial shift at Reading's Jazz cafe this friday. This job is only a minimum of two nights a week but this is good for other things I may want to pursue.
*The people from the radio internship I applied to have got in contact and seem really eager to see me for a 'chat' next week. Non-paying but it means working in a studio for six months.
*Can't say which, but a certain work place is also offering an informal meeting regarding possible employment opportunities. And it's an awesome company. And it's paying. Woop.
*Me and Reu went to the Purbeck folk festival last weekend and it was AWESOME. Though I am still bruisey from where ends tried to rape us in our sleep. No I shall not elaborate.
*Did a sneaky-sneak into Gamestation today to enquire as to how the headhunting was going. Apparently they are only just getting round to checking out CVs. Despite two weeks of silence, there is hope.
The baaaaaad:
*The fuckers at Keysafe vetting agency have been annoyingly uncontactable. And naggy. Very naggy. And they randomly wanted a utility bill from Reu's old hall from THREE YEARS AGO. They asked for no such bollocks from me or Rach but demanded it of him. WTF?!
*Roman's are charging us a fucking ton to move in on time. With a sickly smile they handed over a bill for almost three grand. We only had about two. Had to make a couple of calls and negotiations to make it happen.
*We opened a joint account today. The guy who did it assured us the money would be available today. We went back to get it out and this woman (who thought I was polish for some reason) said 'Ooooh I'm sorry but it has to stay in the account for at least 24 hours'. When I pointed out someone else said different and more importantly mentioned who had told us this she started on about how she'd worked there for years and never heard it done differently and that I 'probably misheard him'. I used my most condescending voice to reply 'That's ok, he probably didn't understand the question. Never mind'.
* The interview Rach had was for 4 hours a week. Peh.
The UGLY:
*I was withdrawing for fucking ages. Only just got back on my meds and started to feel sane again.
*EXTREME lack of sleep for God knows what reason. Too stressed to sleep even when I'm not lying amongst bones and having twigs poking into me all night.
*Too busy to just fuck off for the day and chillax for a bit. And in desperate need for it.
*Only had about 2 hours to myself in two weeks. Lack of space in Tom's place with the three of us sharing painfully obvious. Feel so claustrophobic I think I'm going to scream.
*Combination of the above caused me to have a bit of a meltdown. For the first time in months started to feel a bit.....self-harmy. Luckily the meds kicked in and it jut all got sort of pushed back. It was weird, and just in time.
And Tom says to say he is lovely. Which he is for putting up with my shit (meaning both the bits of my flat lying around his place and the emotional rage-vomit over the past couple of days)). Also a big thanks/sorry to my future housemates for being cross and RRRRAAAAAAWRIMADINOSAUUUUR. Love you <3
Also, yesterday, a guy randomly waved a bible at me. What is that all about???
J
Ok, the good:
*I think I've got my MA. I got an email from BTP saying that my uni has confined I'm eligible for the workshop. In order to be eligible I would have had to of passed. So there you are. I am now officially a Master of art. Heh.
*We move in Saturday. IN THEORY (more on this later).
*I have a trial shift at Reading's Jazz cafe this friday. This job is only a minimum of two nights a week but this is good for other things I may want to pursue.
*The people from the radio internship I applied to have got in contact and seem really eager to see me for a 'chat' next week. Non-paying but it means working in a studio for six months.
*Can't say which, but a certain work place is also offering an informal meeting regarding possible employment opportunities. And it's an awesome company. And it's paying. Woop.
*Me and Reu went to the Purbeck folk festival last weekend and it was AWESOME. Though I am still bruisey from where ends tried to rape us in our sleep. No I shall not elaborate.
*Did a sneaky-sneak into Gamestation today to enquire as to how the headhunting was going. Apparently they are only just getting round to checking out CVs. Despite two weeks of silence, there is hope.
The baaaaaad:
*The fuckers at Keysafe vetting agency have been annoyingly uncontactable. And naggy. Very naggy. And they randomly wanted a utility bill from Reu's old hall from THREE YEARS AGO. They asked for no such bollocks from me or Rach but demanded it of him. WTF?!
*Roman's are charging us a fucking ton to move in on time. With a sickly smile they handed over a bill for almost three grand. We only had about two. Had to make a couple of calls and negotiations to make it happen.
*We opened a joint account today. The guy who did it assured us the money would be available today. We went back to get it out and this woman (who thought I was polish for some reason) said 'Ooooh I'm sorry but it has to stay in the account for at least 24 hours'. When I pointed out someone else said different and more importantly mentioned who had told us this she started on about how she'd worked there for years and never heard it done differently and that I 'probably misheard him'. I used my most condescending voice to reply 'That's ok, he probably didn't understand the question. Never mind'.
* The interview Rach had was for 4 hours a week. Peh.
The UGLY:
*I was withdrawing for fucking ages. Only just got back on my meds and started to feel sane again.
*EXTREME lack of sleep for God knows what reason. Too stressed to sleep even when I'm not lying amongst bones and having twigs poking into me all night.
*Too busy to just fuck off for the day and chillax for a bit. And in desperate need for it.
*Only had about 2 hours to myself in two weeks. Lack of space in Tom's place with the three of us sharing painfully obvious. Feel so claustrophobic I think I'm going to scream.
*Combination of the above caused me to have a bit of a meltdown. For the first time in months started to feel a bit.....self-harmy. Luckily the meds kicked in and it jut all got sort of pushed back. It was weird, and just in time.
And Tom says to say he is lovely. Which he is for putting up with my shit (meaning both the bits of my flat lying around his place and the emotional rage-vomit over the past couple of days)). Also a big thanks/sorry to my future housemates for being cross and RRRRAAAAAAWRIMADINOSAUUUUR. Love you <3
Also, yesterday, a guy randomly waved a bible at me. What is that all about???
J