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Things are a little awful in my head, at the moment. It's a combination of a few things, really. First is that my grandmother is very ill - declining, really - and grandad has been told point blank she needs to go into a nursing home otherwise social services will get involved. Mum and I are both of the opinion that this is a good thing, and is the best place for all concerned, but it still sucks. Cut because you may well find this upsetting. )

So that's awful.

I feel really selfish because I do find myself thinking that it's just Another Bloody Thing in the litany of woe that is 2014, really. College is a mess. Tuesday night going fine, one assignment down, on to the next module. Thursday night teacher had a class rebellion which ended in her admitting she hadn't read the course requirements and was just going by the schedule of work wich she didn't really understand and 'wasn't necessary'. She fails to grasp that whilst we don't care if we miss out on the methods of learning we do still need to learn the actual topics because we have to prove we know them to pass this thing which will affect our careers. Don't even get my started on her assignment. We've been given an extra week on it, which is fine except for the fact we've all spent bloody hours on it as it is. I have now taken the option of 'fuck it', corrected a few bits based on the Thursday night meltdown, and now just doing the rest of it and if I fail then I technically get 'referred' and just told how to correct it so I pass. It's hardly inspiring, though.

My mood is also pretty low due to the changes in daylight. I'm trying to be proactive and take a route to work which means I get off a few stations early and walk and try and take into some daylight but I still feel quite... off. And strangely lonely, despite the fact I am socialising and now have plans right the way up until Christmas. I can't really put my finger on it.

It may be because work is so hectic at the moment, the kind where I hesitate to admit this because it goes against every one of my principles but I've e-mailed some work to myself to do today. It's definitely a one off, and I'm rewarding myself by taking some time back later this month, but I can't help the nagging feeling that it might be a slippy slope. But that said, I'm not being that productive in work, either, in the same way I'm struggling with this assignment; I know that if I just stop staring at the computer, if I just take ten minutes to really think I can get through this paragraph/booking this interview/dealing with this HR enquiry/make this shopping list but instead I just get a bit paralysed and go and read fanfiction or do a task that absolutely does need doing but is easier and lower priority.

Er, reading over all of the above I sound quite a lot more angsty than I really feel. I'm not that bad, I promise. It's just... well, I'll be glad to see the back of 2014 to be quite honest. Despite the long list of genuinely lovely things that's happened. For example, I went out last night and sort of started tentatively Making A New Friend with a uni acquaintance. That was good! And next week I'm going to go to Oxford and have a pint in the Eagle and Child and that is VERY good! There's just a lot of rubbishness at the moment as well, that's all, and I would like it to stop making my brain feel so flat periodically.
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It's Halloween! Well, it was yesterday but tonight I am off to a party that has caused no end of difficulties for me. We've been invited to a Halloween party at a colleague's house that my manager is also going to, and the colleague in question, when talking about it, said "You can't go as Thor! Maybe zombie Thor. Is that a thing?"

(I decided not to mention the zombie universe things I've read about.)

Anyway, it meant I was trying to rein my my geeky tendencies and Richie's tendencies to go WAY TOO FAR with any kind of costuming in between ALSO trying to look awesome. Any kind of couple's themed costumes is right out, although in our brainstorming we have decided to go as Bill and Ted next year because why not.

In the end, I have gone for 1960s Catwoman (in a little black 1960s dress and boots rather than a catsuit) and Richie is going for Phantom of the Opera. If anyone asks we are going to maintain separate cover stories, wherein I told him I was going as a cat and he thought we were going as Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals; if anyone asks me then the story is that he told me he was going as the Phantom and I thought we were going as comic book characters with poorly received solo movies.

Okay, so we're still being a little niche and geeky but eh. Also I have an amazing mask but I have mentioned before that I am hilariously blind without my glasses. My left eye is now the type of squinty where the lenses are specially thinned, and gosh am I grateful that technology exists and that at least I'm still at the point where it can be thinned. However, I am going to spend a chunk of tonight WITHOUT my glasses on. I've warned R that she needs to introduce me to people with really big and definable hair and preferably wearing bright colours.

Anyway. The most important thing is that tonight I'm not going to drink red wine as I have a really weird experience on it at that party in Nottingham last week. I went from 'fine' to 'hammered' in about one glass (okay, after several other glasses but not as much as I have been know to drink and stay upright), threw up spectacularly (and again, not merely a tactical chunder AND YES I AM CLASSY) and then went to bed. At 10pm. Woke up the next day as fresh as a daisy, if you exclude being woken up at midnight and throwing up, and waking up at 3am and having a little lie down on the bathroom floor. I do exclude these things. Anyway, the point of the story is that tonight is a cider night, particularly since I have to battle with coming home from SOUTH OF THE RIVER. This is, in London terms, roughly the equivalent of travelling to Mordor.

Before all this fun, I need to write my second assignment. I have at least finished the first, and just need to spend an entertaining hour or so tomorrow or on Monday wrestling it into a report folder and checking my appendices are labelled properly. The second is theoretically more interesting, if you exclude the fact I sort of haven't done any reading for it. Ah well.

(I do not recommend working full time with night school. Good things about working full time: having money, having evenings to self without worrying about homework. Good things about being a student: extra sleep, having daytime to self, can study in a library. All of these things: NEGATED BY COMBINING THE TWO.)
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
It's Halloween! Well, it was yesterday but tonight I am off to a party that has caused no end of difficulties for me. We've been invited to a Halloween party at a colleague's house that my manager is also going to, and the colleague in question, when talking about it, said "You can't go as Thor! Maybe zombie Thor. Is that a thing?"

(I decided not to mention the zombie universe things I've read about.)

Anyway, it meant I was trying to rein my my geeky tendencies and Richie's tendencies to go WAY TOO FAR with any kind of costuming in between ALSO trying to look awesome. Any kind of couple's themed costumes is right out, although in our brainstorming we have decided to go as Bill and Ted next year because why not.

In the end, I have gone for 1960s Catwoman (in a little black 1960s dress and boots rather than a catsuit) and Richie is going for Phantom of the Opera. If anyone asks we are going to maintain separate cover stories, wherein I told him I was going as a cat and he thought we were going as Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals; if anyone asks me then the story is that he told me he was going as the Phantom and I thought we were going as comic book characters with poorly received solo movies.

Okay, so we're still being a little niche and geeky but eh. Also I have an amazing mask but I have mentioned before that I am hilariously blind without my glasses. My left eye is now the type of squinty where the lenses are specially thinned, and gosh am I grateful that technology exists and that at least I'm still at the point where it can be thinned. However, I am going to spend a chunk of tonight WITHOUT my glasses on. I've warned R that she needs to introduce me to people with really big and definable hair and preferably wearing bright colours.

Anyway. The most important thing is that tonight I'm not going to drink red wine as I have a really weird experience on it at that party in Nottingham last week. I went from 'fine' to 'hammered' in about one glass (okay, after several other glasses but not as much as I have been know to drink and stay upright), threw up spectacularly (and again, not merely a tactical chunder AND YES I AM CLASSY) and then went to bed. At 10pm. Woke up the next day as fresh as a daisy, if you exclude being woken up at midnight and throwing up, and waking up at 3am and having a little lie down on the bathroom floor. I do exclude these things. Anyway, the point of the story is that tonight is a cider night, particularly since I have to battle with coming home from SOUTH OF THE RIVER. This is, in London terms, roughly the equivalent of travelling to Mordor.

Before all this fun, I need to write my second assignment. I have at least finished the first, and just need to spend an entertaining hour or so tomorrow or on Monday wrestling it into a report folder and checking my appendices are labelled properly. The second is theoretically more interesting, if you exclude the fact I sort of haven't done any reading for it. Ah well.

(I do not recommend working full time with night school. Good things about working full time: having money, having evenings to self without worrying about homework. Good things about being a student: extra sleep, having daytime to self, can study in a library. All of these things: NEGATED BY COMBINING THE TWO.)
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New update page on LJ?! ARGH MORE CHANGE CAN'T COPE. *hides in corner* (Oh, wait though, is it giving me all my icons back? Some experimentation required.)

So, basically, I've moved to London. HI EVERYONE. To be precise, I moved in on Tuesday. Wept my eyes out leaving the north, which proves that basically Stockholm Syndrome is real. I was by myself, though, which is probably for the best. Still, pulled myself together and headed down south, where my satnav decided to pull a bum steer on me. I have driven to this exact location before, and went an eminently sensible way involving the M25 and a very short bit of actual London. This time, for no reason whatsoever, she decided the North Circular was the route for me, making me late and also driving through some quite interesting bits of north London. THANKS, CYNTHIA.

Anyway, when I got here our landlord was also here, took me through the bits of the flat I needed to know, and explained he was hanging around for the new oven to turn up. Fine, I said, and started to trundle my stuff from the car (i.e. the stuff we didn't trust the removal people not to break) up the stairs when the aforementioned new oven turned up. I then had to perform first aid on the landlord who gashed his hand open when he was installing. As I instructed him to put pressure on the wound and wrapped it up carefully (yes, I have a first aid kit in the car) I also cheerfully told him that I was the best tenant he would ever have. EVER.

When he left, I unpacked the few bits I had and sat in a cold flat waiting for the removal van. Two hours later they actually turned up and lugged everything up the stairs. I was ravenous by this point, but realised that logically I had to do a wee bit of unpacking before searching out the Tesco I'd heard about it. Still, got emergency food, came back, ate pizza, and then started unpacking. This was pretty much the pattern of the next three days; we have a loft here, but I couldn't work out how to get into it (there's a ladder, but basically I'm short and couldn't work the mechanism) so came to a bit of a dead end, eventually using the living room to store empty boxes. I got the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom looking like a pristine thing of beauty, so that was good, I suppose?

For the rest of the time, it's been trying to find my feet. I've explored Walthamstow market, and I know where the stuff is. It's a pretty busy area, or at least it is when the market is on. I am so provincial, though. I have no idea what half of the vegetables are, even when they're labelled, and I've never heard of a lot of the fish. What's good, though, is that there's all the amenities I might need - my bank is here, as well asa post office, pharmacies, and my own weight in supermarkets and grocers and butchers. I've done a test run to the my work at rush hour, which is basically one line of loveliness - my nearest station is Blackhorse Road, which is the second one on the Victoria line, so I get a seat. Then I change at Victoria and it all becomes chaos, but the trains are frequent, at least?

Um, what else. After my test run to work, I had a little wander in the freezing morning, sat St Pauls in glorious sunshine, and went and did my Christmas shopping which at least is something ticked off the list. Mostly I read a lot of fanfiction (thanks, [livejournal.com profile] justice_turtle and [livejournal.com profile] moralrelativist!) curled up in bed, and watched Supersizers a lot.

Richie arrived on Friday, which was brilliant - we got giggly on champagne sat in the kitchen, which is always a good thing. Yesterday we finally got into the loft, got stuff cleared out, got Virgin set up (I have Tivo! And, you know, INTERNET!) and went to Ikea. We're waiting on Ikea delivering our sofa and new wardrobe, but pretty much everything else is sorted out.

Now I am off to get all my shit ready for my first day at work tomorrow. EEEEEEEP. It's exciting, and a little scary, but I'm taking comfort in my fab new work wardrobe and that at least on my first day it's just induction stuff. Plus I can come home to my lovely new flat. It's smaller and colder than our old flat but it's really lovely, and it's just a pleasure to have a kitchen with more than four cupboards!

One last note, though: I WAS TOLD THAT IT WAS WARMER IN LONDON THAT UP NORTH. You want to explain why, when I watched the weather last night, I saw blue freezing temperatures over London and stuff above freezing in Ormskirk?!
hathycol: (PENGUINS)
New update page on LJ?! ARGH MORE CHANGE CAN'T COPE. *hides in corner*

So, basically, I've moved to London. HI EVERYONE. To be precise, I moved in on Tuesday. Wept my eyes out leaving the north, which proves that basically Stockholm Syndrome is real. I was by myself, though, which is probably for the best. Still, pulled myself together and headed down south, where my satnav decided to pull a bum steer on me. I have driven to this exact location before, and went an eminently sensible way involving the M25 and a very short bit of actual London. This time, for no reason whatsoever, she decided the North Circular was the route for me, making me late and also driving through some quite interesting bits of north London. THANKS, CYNTHIA.

Anyway, when I got here our landlord was also here, took me through the bits of the flat I needed to know, and explained he was hanging around for the new oven to turn up. Fine, I said, and started to trundle my stuff from the car (i.e. the stuff we didn't trust the removal people not to break) up the stairs when the aforementioned new oven turned up. I then had to perform first aid on the landlord who gashed his hand open when he was installing. As I instructed him to put pressure on the wound and wrapped it up carefully (yes, I have a first aid kit in the car) I also cheerfully told him that I was the best tenant he would ever have. EVER.

When he left, I unpacked the few bits I had and sat in a cold flat waiting for the removal van. Two hours later they actually turned up and lugged everything up the stairs. I was ravenous by this point, but realised that logically I had to do a wee bit of unpacking before searching out the Tesco I'd heard about it. Still, got emergency food, came back, ate pizza, and then started unpacking. This was pretty much the pattern of the next three days; we have a loft here, but I couldn't work out how to get into it (there's a ladder, but basically I'm short and couldn't work the mechanism) so came to a bit of a dead end, eventually using the living room to store empty boxes. I got the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom looking like a pristine thing of beauty, so that was good, I suppose?

For the rest of the time, it's been trying to find my feet. I've explored Walthamstow market, and I know where the stuff is. It's a pretty busy area, or at least it is when the market is on. I am so provincial, though. I have no idea what half of the vegetables are, even when they're labelled, and I've never heard of a lot of the fish. What's good, though, is that there's all the amenities I might need - my bank is here, as well asa post office, pharmacies, and my own weight in supermarkets and grocers and butchers. I've done a test run to the my work at rush hour, which is basically one line of loveliness - my nearest station is Blackhorse Road, which is the second one on the Victoria line, so I get a seat. Then I change at Victoria and it all becomes chaos, but the trains are frequent, at least?

Um, what else. After my test run to work, I had a little wander in the freezing morning, sat St Pauls in glorious sunshine, and went and did my Christmas shopping which at least is something ticked off the list. Mostly I read a lot of fanfiction (thanks, [personal profile] justice_turtle and [profile] moralrelativist!) curled up in bed, and watched Supersizers a lot.

Richie arrived on Friday, which was brilliant - we got giggly on champagne sat in the kitchen, which is always a good thing. Yesterday we finally got into the loft, got stuff cleared out, got Virgin set up (I have Tivo! And, you know, INTERNET!) and went to Ikea. We're waiting on Ikea delivering our sofa and new wardrobe, but pretty much everything else is sorted out.

Now I am off to get all my shit ready for my first day at work tomorrow. EEEEEEEP. It's exciting, and a little scary, but I'm taking comfort in my fab new work wardrobe and that at least on my first day it's just induction stuff. Plus I can come home to my lovely new flat. It's smaller and colder than our old flat but it's really lovely, and it's just a pleasure to have a kitchen with more than four cupboards!

One last note, though: I WAS TOLD THAT IT WAS WARMER IN LONDON THAT UP NORTH. You want to explain why, when I watched the weather last night, I saw blue freezing temperatures over London and stuff above freezing in Ormskirk?!
hathycol: (wtf)
Yesterday I drove all the way to London, looked around a flat, and then I drove back again. Lest anyone think this isn't an achievement, please allow me to describe to you my fear of driving in New Places and my fear of driving in Cities. Put the two together and you get my bi-yearly Edinburgh meltdowns, which [livejournal.com profile] stupidore had to talk me down from in university. I am rubbish at city driving, and I am rubbish at driving to new places, and my SatNav is generally trying to kill me so can be unhelpful in such situations.

In the end, I kept on telling myself that I was in Manchester NOT LONDON and all of those signs for the Tube were LIES etc etc. Also I was on the outskirts for most of it. A full scale meltdown failed to occur. At this rate I'm going to be able to get over my fear of spiders. No, wait, that's ridiculous.

Anyway, things are moving on briskly. We have looked at a flat and said 'yes please' as it is dirt cheap and right by a Tube station, so fine for a starter flat. We are going to have to get rid of the armchairs, which I am slightly distressed about, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I get a total pay off in having a kitchen about three times bigger than the one we have now, which means we can store kitchen stuff IN THE KITCHEN, rather than our current tactics of having the wedding china in the spare room next to the slow cooker, with the bread machine, wine rack and all the glasses in the living room. Yes, that was a very middle class sentence. But it's a beautiful, beautiful kitchen. We also get a GARDEN!! and a LOFT!!!!! which to my mind fulfills the purpose of a spare room but without having to hoover it.

Which leads to my next point - does anyone want two armchairs? They are in beautiful condition - retro chic, if you will - but being from the 1960s they have no fire label and as such the furniture collection people at the British Heart Foundation can't take them. You'll need to come and collect them, but seriously, they are there for the taking.

So that's one thing ticked off the Big List Of Moving To London. Friday was another step forward on the job hunt, as I had another telephone interview which also went very well and I've got my fingers crossed for. If I can just have a job lined up for when I get to London that would sort of solve everything. Well, actually, a lottery win would solve everything but we can dream.

Now to find moving agencies and to work out some very complicated dances around dates. And to continue in the quest of Stop My Mother Freaking Out. Went to see Dad on the way home to show him pictures of the flat and to get him on side in this quest, which he is all in favour of. It doesn't help that we're trying to sort out a fairly complicated job hunt/house move/out own feelings about moving to a scary new places whilst appeasing parents on both sides.

Actually, mostly it's time to get on with the hoovering. Having successfully researched this telephone interview for tomorrow, I now have no excuse not to do the cleaning. Boo.
hathycol: (surprised garak)
Yesterday I drove all the way to London, looked around a flat, and then I drove back again. Lest anyone think this isn't an achievement, please allow me to describe to you my fear of driving in New Places and my fear of driving in Cities. Put the two together and you get my bi-yearly Edinburgh meltdowns, which [personal profile] stupidore had to talk me down from in university. I am rubbish at city driving, and I am rubbish at driving to new places, and my SatNav is generally trying to kill me so can be unhelpful in such situations.

In the end, I kept on telling myself that I was in Manchester NOT LONDON and all of those signs for the Tube were LIES etc etc. Also I was on the outskirts for most of it. A full scale meltdown failed to occur. At this rate I'm going to be able to get over my fear of spiders. No, wait, that's ridiculous.

Anyway, things are moving on briskly. We have looked at a flat and said 'yes please' as it is dirt cheap and right by a Tube station, so fine for a starter flat. We are going to have to get rid of the armchairs, which I am slightly distressed about, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. I get a total pay off in having a kitchen about three times bigger than the one we have now, which means we can store kitchen stuff IN THE KITCHEN, rather than our current tactics of having the wedding china in the spare room next to the slow cooker, with the bread machine, wine rack and all the glasses in the living room. Yes, that was a very middle class sentence. But it's a beautiful, beautiful kitchen. We also get a GARDEN!! and a LOFT!!!!! which to my mind fulfills the purpose of a spare room but without having to hoover it.

Which leads to my next point - does anyone want two armchairs? They are in beautiful condition - retro chic, if you will - but being from the 1960s they have no fire label and as such the furniture collection people at the British Heart Foundation can't take them. You'll need to come and collect them, but seriously, they are there for the taking.

So that's one thing ticked off the Big List Of Moving To London. Friday was another step forward on the job hunt, as I had another telephone interview which also went very well and I've got my fingers crossed for. If I can just have a job lined up for when I get to London that would sort of solve everything. Well, actually, a lottery win would solve everything but we can dream.

Now to find moving agencies and to work out some very complicated dances around dates. And to continue in the quest of Stop My Mother Freaking Out. Went to see Dad on the way home to show him pictures of the flat and to get him on side in this quest, which he is all in favour of. It doesn't help that we're trying to sort out a fairly complicated job hunt/house move/out own feelings about moving to a scary new places whilst appeasing parents on both sides.

Actually, mostly it's time to get on with the hoovering. Having successfully researched this telephone interview for tomorrow, I now have no excuse not to do the cleaning. Boo.
hathycol: (grouchy tea)
I have mostly been applying for jobs recently, if you exclude Sunday. Oh dear. Sunday. I ended up inviting myself to my parent's house for a roast dinner, and then picked up Matt so we could have 'one beer, two AT MOST' at the Oktoberfest thing that the beer shop up the road were doing. Things I did not take into account: I have no idea or indeed tolerance on how beer works. Had a genuinely lovely German beer, had second one, was half way through third when was informed it was 6.3%.

The rest of the night is fuzzy, but we all ended up back at mine and Richie's house, drinking wine and eating Chinese. Downton Abbey was significantly more odd than normal. I say with some pride I still went to work the next day.

The week has been a quiet one, other than that, just knuckling down and getting on with job applications. Mostly in work, because, well, it fills the time. It's depressing, though, how little you get in the way of response. I find rejections quite cheering mostly because it means at least someone read it! Today I finally got some results though, NOT ONE A REJECTION. The first one was a recruitment agency which it turned out had been fibbing on their adverts (but still, not an outright rejection!), the second was a P.A. job that wantd to check when I was moving, and finished by telling me I had a great CV and she hoped she'd be phoning me back, so fingers crossed there. I also got an e-mail to book in for a telephone interview for one of the jobs that isn't a 'I could do this and I would mostly enjoy it' but instead a 'I really really want this' which is jolly exciting indeed.

So that's a good feeling, even if none of it leads to anything. This weekend I am off to London (BY CAR EGADS) to view flats. We more or less have one set up, but need to see it first obviously, but it would be good if it worked out (reasonably cost effective, private let so no agency fees and crucially HAS A LOFT so no need for a second room) but if not we're lining up some other stuff to look at. Then I can bung a London address on my applications which hopefully might push me through some more doors.

So, progress.
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Today I had a telephone interview! It was marginally exciting. At 6pm I got an automated 'lol, no' e-mail, which I sort of expected. Given I have been applying for jobs for precisely 6 days, I'm taking the fact I managed to wrangle a telephone interview as a Good Thing. I have also had five (excluding that one) rejections. Although I am full of feelings of fear about not managing to find a job interview before I move down, I am also weirdly upbeat that at least people are reading my applications. I have some leads to chase up as well, with the complicated sort of application forms that take a bit of time. So I will be spending this weekend applying for jobs and also attempting to see people before I move to the That Thar London. THERE MAY BE BEER. Mostly because there are vague plans to go to an Oktoberfest up the road.

I've been spending this week mostly fighting a low level virus thing, enough to wipe me out and make my throat hurt but not quite bad enough to justify time off work. I am very, very pleased that the weekend is here, because at least I can have a lie in before the beer and the job applications.
hathycol: (Default)
Today I had a telephone interview! It was marginally exciting. At 6pm I got an automated 'lol, no' e-mail, which I sort of expected. Given I have been applying for jobs for precisely 6 days, I'm taking the fact I managed to wrangle a telephone interview as a Good Thing. I have also had five (excluding that one) rejections. Although I am full of feelings of fear about not managing to find a job interview before I move down, I am also weirdly upbeat that at least people are reading my applications. I have some leads to chase up as well, with the complicated sort of application forms that take a bit of time. So I will be spending this weekend applying for jobs and also attempting to see people before I move to the That Thar London. THERE MAY BE BEER. Mostly because there are vague plans to go to an Oktoberfest up the road.

I've been spending this week mostly fighting a low level virus thing, enough to wipe me out and make my throat hurt but not quite bad enough to justify time off work. I am very, very pleased that the weekend is here, because at least I can have a lie in before the beer and the job applications.
hathycol: (alcoholism bernard)
Today I am overwhelmed by the kindness of strangers. I asked [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge if he would be kind enough to pass on my details to anyone who could give me housing/job tips on his Radio Free Monday feature, and the request went up today. I'd had some astonishingly thoughtful and kind comments, full of links and tips and things I would have never found myself. I feel really positive about finding a job, now, and inspired to Get On With It. And I'm just overwhelmed at how lovely people have been, taking time out of their day to help someone they don't know from Adam.

Which makes me feel chirpy about London, because it means that not everyone is going to stab me/rob me/be unspeakingly rude. TAKE THAT, PARENTS.

So thank you to everyone visiting the journal for the first time, and already established friends who have offered help and advice. I appreciate it more than I can say.

In ongoing news on the That Thar London front, I have handed in my notice, if by that you mean blurting out "I'M RESIGNING" in response to the 'How was your weekend?' question. Good feeling, though, even if I did get to have the strange experience today of writing up an advertisement for my own job.

Also, my parents are on holiday at the moment, in my godfather's holiday home that he's now having a bash at running and using them as guinea pigs. He and his wife have lived and worked in London for longer than I've been alive, so hopefully they will calm down my parents! He's already offered to put me and Richie up when we're flat hunting, which is a bit of a weight off my mind.
hathycol: (venice - thinkies)
Today I am overwhelmed by the kindness of strangers. I asked [personal profile] copperbadge if he would be kind enough to pass on my details to anyone who could give me housing/job tips on his Radio Free Monday feature, and the request went up today. I'd had some astonishingly thoughtful and kind comments, full of links and tips and things I would have never found myself. I feel really positive about finding a job, now, and inspired to Get On With It. And I'm just overwhelmed at how lovely people have been, taking time out of their day to help someone they don't know from Adam.

Which makes me feel chirpy about London, because it means that not everyone is going to stab me/rob me/be unspeakingly rude. TAKE THAT, PARENTS.

So thank you to everyone visiting the journal for the first time, and already established friends who have offered help and advice. I appreciate it more than I can say.

In ongoing news on the That Thar London front, I have handed in my notice, if by that you mean blurting out "I'M RESIGNING" in response to the 'How was your weekend?' question. Good feeling, though, even if I did get to have the strange experience today of writing up an advertisement for my own job.

Also, my parents are on holiday at the moment, in my godfather's holiday home that he's now having a bash at running and using them as guinea pigs. He and his wife have lived and worked in London for longer than I've been alive, so hopefully they will calm down my parents! He's already offered to put me and Richie up when we're flat hunting, which is a bit of a weight off my mind.
hathycol: (sheepish jayne hat)
Okay, so it's looking like Richie and I will be heading down to what I am now apparently refering to as That Thar London at the beginning to December, which in a way is good as it means we can squirrel some money away and not do too panicked a move. GOOD TIMES.

However! I am looking for ADVICE, oh wise internet.

1. Richie and I do not want to do the house share thing. This is because we have Done Our Time. We know what this will mean in terms of places we can realistically afford to live. Does anyone have any advice on areas? Some independent research seems to be pointing towards either Leyton or New Cross. WILL WE DIE IF WE LIVE THERE is basically what I'm asking.

(To put this into context: we have informed our parents that we are moving. They all seem to share the opinion that London is Sodom and Gomorrah without the charming tourism. I feel if we could assure them that statistically we are not going to be mugged on a daily basis they may calm down. I fear for my father's blood pressure.)

2. WORK. I need to get a job in London. Can always start quicker than Richie if I need to - December is the deadline for us to leave, we can always push it forward and if need be he can live for a week or two up here with friends. The last two attempts to find new employment have failed massively and although I reckon I'll find something I know I could do with all the help I can get. Does anyone know of anywhere that's hiring in the Greater London area? Have car WILL TRAVEL. My actual CV points out that I am excellent at administration, P.A. and customer care work, but in a dream world I'd like to move into a press/communications office role or indeed a non-profit organisation. You know, if we're talking dream job time.

3. Anyone know any moving firms? I already feel bereft about leaving my lovely flat (I dislike Southport, but my neighbours have improved exponentially and I do love the flat itself) and the thought of taking the sofa down the stairs myself is an unfathomable one. Thank god for getting married, though, at least we have a well-stocked kitchen.

4. Anyone else have other London tips? I am very excited about this move, because, well, it's LONDON. I've always wanted to live in London - culture! people! really big buildings! - but noe it's actually going to happen I'm also a bit scared that I'm too Northern. When I told Mum she looked properly bereft. "I've got used to you living around here though," she said.

"I used to live in Scotland. London is MUCH NEARER than Scotland. You can get the train to visit! You can drink on the train!"

"There's no way I'm driving down there," she sniffed. (Which is another fear I have, but I'll ignore for now.) "Besides, St Andrews was basically toytown, I knew you were SAFE there."

Now back to the job hunt. There are only so many ways I can write 'good at admin, honest'.

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