timeless and infectious
I hate apartment hunting, seriously. Every place I call, I get an answering machine, and 3/4 of the listings I'm combing through don't allow pets. Not even small pets with a deposit. I am getting very, very frustrated. It should not be this hard to find a two-bedroom place in Kelowna that allows small animals, availabe for November 1st. And if people could either call me back or BE AT HOME WHEN I CALL that would be AWESOME and a very nice change of pace.
Also, I hate having my days off in the middle of the week. This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm sure that Kristy could've arranged this better, so that I could have at least had Wednesday and Thursday instead of Tuesday and Wednesday. What on God's green Earth can I do with myself on Tuesday and Wednesday? I went to OC today and paid my application processing fee, zomg, and then mailed off my transcript request for Ryerson (equally exciting, as you can well imagine). I ate A&W, went to the bank, VOTED (did the rest of legal Canada, I wonder?), bought some chips, and then came home. That was at 4. Since then I have been sitting here amongst the newspaper that's strewn everywhere, with the computer open, alternating between househunting and reading Vanity Fair. And you know why? Because all of my friends are either working or going to school on the weekdays. I am spending the evening with my cats, and Uncle Bob, who is happy with me today because I gave him some macaroni and some toast with apricot jam on it.
It is crap. BUT. Tomorrow I have a job interview! It is my call-back interview for this place; it may or may not be my escape from Tim Horton's to an equally if not more challenging job that pays just as much (if not more), sees me working mornings and early afternoons, and offers me better benefits. I am crossing my fingers and fairly determined to impress their bums right off, because I am in dire need of a positive change. We'll see tomorrow, I suppose.
With any luck Tyler will call soon and save me from myself and this relocating mess; It's just going to be such an overwhelming pain in the ass from start to finish, once we find a place, put down a damage deposit, pay the first month's rent, pack up all of our shit, and go. I need to master telekenisis so I can just transport things with my mind. Curse my lack of genetic evolution.
Also, I hate having my days off in the middle of the week. This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm sure that Kristy could've arranged this better, so that I could have at least had Wednesday and Thursday instead of Tuesday and Wednesday. What on God's green Earth can I do with myself on Tuesday and Wednesday? I went to OC today and paid my application processing fee, zomg, and then mailed off my transcript request for Ryerson (equally exciting, as you can well imagine). I ate A&W, went to the bank, VOTED (did the rest of legal Canada, I wonder?), bought some chips, and then came home. That was at 4. Since then I have been sitting here amongst the newspaper that's strewn everywhere, with the computer open, alternating between househunting and reading Vanity Fair. And you know why? Because all of my friends are either working or going to school on the weekdays. I am spending the evening with my cats, and Uncle Bob, who is happy with me today because I gave him some macaroni and some toast with apricot jam on it.
It is crap. BUT. Tomorrow I have a job interview! It is my call-back interview for this place; it may or may not be my escape from Tim Horton's to an equally if not more challenging job that pays just as much (if not more), sees me working mornings and early afternoons, and offers me better benefits. I am crossing my fingers and fairly determined to impress their bums right off, because I am in dire need of a positive change. We'll see tomorrow, I suppose.
With any luck Tyler will call soon and save me from myself and this relocating mess; It's just going to be such an overwhelming pain in the ass from start to finish, once we find a place, put down a damage deposit, pay the first month's rent, pack up all of our shit, and go. I need to master telekenisis so I can just transport things with my mind. Curse my lack of genetic evolution.