Apart from a couple of boxes, I've pretty much left the flat. And those couple of boxes will stay there until the 2nd of August. That's when I stop paying rent. By Jove I'll used that room until then.
Oh, and the flatmate's shitty because I've taken all the plates/cuttlery/cooking gear. It's not my fault I own everything. I mean really. Way to make me feel guilty about something they knew would happen.
As of yesterday afternoon, I'm officially an employee of
Vic and I'll savour that $13/week like there's no tomorrow. The job even comes with a whiteboard pen! I got to choose between black and blue. It was a tough choice. I had to make the receptionist choose for me. I believe she thought I was weird.
And now... to find dinner and write my resignation letter. Oh joy.