A Lot Can Happen In A Month…
Hi Guys,
As the name suggests, a lot has happened in a month…
We have moved out of our flat in Aberdeen, moved back in with parents, spent a week looking for a flat and a job for me, faffed around a lot with letting agents, it was Chel’s birthday (she’s one year older now), moved out of home with parents, moved into our own flat in Bristol and that’s about it.
In our last week in Aberdeen we did all the touristy things, well the most touristy things we could do in a city that isn’t very touristy. We went to Duthie Park to see the roses and the Winter Gardens, everything was in flower there too but it was very hot, I will try and find some pictures…
Photobucket isn’t working… thank you AOL… so I can’t show any pictures at the minute, but I will explain about AOL later, maybe that should be AOHell…
We went to the Johnstone Gardens and Hazelhead Park too in Aberdeen, the Maritime Museum which had a exhibition about British surfing which was very good, the art gallery to see the Da Vinci exhibit, which was amazing I hope some of my work will be around in 500 years, I mean if any one what me to write them a book I think I could write a classic, or perhaps a childrens book, I’ve got a navel so there should be a novel in me.
I hadn’t been to the Marischial Museum so we went there to because they had an exhibit by the resident artist, now we didn’t know that there was a resident artist and we’d been there for 4 years, and it was all Maori inspired stuff, most of it was rubbish but there were a few nice bits. Perhaps I could become an art critic. It’s alright but I wouldn’t pay much for it, kind of thing.
Anyway, did I tell you we were getting the train home? Well we did, and it wasn’t too bad, except for stopping at every station you pass in Scotland just to make sure a sheep doesn’t want to get on. It took forever to get to Edinburgh and then we only stop twice more and we were at Peterborough in no time but ti was the hottest day ever and one of the carriages was over heating but we had a proper table and GNER give you a bit more space than Scotrail who pack hyou in like cattle… perhaps I could be a travel journalist… it was alright but I wouldn’t pay much money for it… kind of thing.
Anyway when we got home and didn’t really do much for about a week except try and find a flat and I tried to get some interviews sorted out for a job and then we went to Bristol…. my dear…
We spent our first day looking at flats, we saw lots and lots of flats so nice and light and spacious with lots of storage space and one with absolutely no kitchen whatsoever, and it had a funny smell to it but on the positiove side it did have a cat sat outside, a big flat cat with big paws.
At about lunchtime-ish we’d thought we’d found one, it was a basement flat in a quiet street and it was MASSIVE, loads of space and tiled floor everywhere and everything we’d need and it was quite cheap, for Bristol, but alas the lady didn’t think that an unemployed person and a student were right for her so wouldn’t let us live there, at this point our spirits were crushed, we were on such a high and now we were bummed and disheartened but I held us togehter and said onward and upwards, all that motivational stuff – well actually Chel sorted us out.
So we carried on looking and found the flat I am writing to you in, it is nice, no much character or furniture but lots of the old tennants hair, everywhere – in the carpet, in the sofa cracks, on the headboard, in the bed, in the fridge… it was everywhere!
Anyway that night my sister cooked us a meal, 3 bean chilli and we had bought wine – I used to buy wine according to the label, if it was pretty or colourful it got my seal of approval but now I go for stuff that has money off and a pretty label, so if anyone out there is selling parafin as wine put a nice label on it and mark it down in price and I’ll buy a bottle.
The next day I had a job interview doing what I used to do a Saturday but apparently 3 years experience doesn’t count for anything and I was unsuccessful with that but they only wanted to pay me minimum wage and then ‘the man’ wanted to take 31% of that and give it to the retards they get on Jeremy Kyle and say stuff like "who’s my Dad, my dad or my uncle?"
And then the next day I had 3 interviews. In the morning I had an interview with AXA but gettign there proved difficult, perhaps it was part of the exercise, I stood there for about an hour waiting for a bus, the bus should have said AXA on the front but none passed me and I was starting to get worried but all turned out OK I got there only a few minutes late.
Anyway the interview was quite intensive, I spent 30 minutes listening to calls, then there was a 5 minute role play – it took me back to doing GCSE drama, and I was rubbish at that too, and then there was an hour-ish compency based interview – one on one with a guy who seemed a bit too friendly although I’m not sure if he knew I’d been prepped by the woman who kept phoning me. And after that I had to fill in another application form, why I don’t know they have all of my information somewhere.
Anyway after all that I had to get back to Sarah’s before I could go off for another interview and my god the traffic in Bristol is horrendous I spent about 20 minutes on one road before deciding to get off the bus and walk, although the sun had decided to come out and make me sweat, a lot! Andf it was uphill, so by the time I got back I stank! And it wasn’t a good smell, I’d sweated so much my shirt was see through – nasty but at least it was only my back.
Anyway I had to head off for another interview, there was a very friendly woman at the bus stop, I must have looked lost or somnething because she asked where I was going and told me which bus went there etc. And when I was on that bus I got a call from AXA to tell me I had been successful in my interview and were offering me a job, I explained I had a few more interviews and was on a bus could I get back to them and she said OK.
My other interview was also for an insurance company but it wasn’t a proper interview, they were weeding out the rubbish and it sounded interesting and much better than the AXA thing and I was looking forward to getting an interview but they never seemed to get back to me, so I didn’t really want to but I accepted the AXA job and now I am wondering whether I did the right thing, I’ve never wanted to work in an office and I hate phoning call centres.
I had another interview with Waterstones, a job I could do with my eyes closed, and again was unsuccessful and considering it was just selling books it was an intensive interview and they were a bit wierd in there.
Anyway when I took my shirt off that night I noticed a brown ‘scum’ on the collar, it was liek being in a washing powder advert, I never thought that actually happened, it was like my shirt had lost a fight with a mug of tea made with hard water.
The next week it was Chel’s birthday, and she is now officially one year older than she was last year. And I think I got her some good presents but I’m not sure she agrees. We met up with Erica and spent the afternoon in the pub, went back to Chel’s with a couple of bottles of wine and a cake and then went out to the pub again only to be surrounded by young peopl
e, when did pubs get taken over by whipper snappers? I felt so old, probably because we were the only people not throwing paper and cigarette filters at the next table in an attempt to get girls’ attention, and drinking vodka and redbull, I cannot stand red bull, it stinks and I imagine I would go crazy on it, it would be like showing a red rag to a bull, I’d go whappy.
Later that week we had to sort through all the crap we bought back from Aberdeen and I went through all my stuff that was at Mum and Dad’s. I spent most of my time "gawd, I remember this" or looking through old school books at stuff we’d written in or on my geography books, Mr Sandby, lol.
I managed to fill the paper recycling box with schoolwork and a couple of rubbish bags with other shite and then put it all away.
On the Friday we caught the train to Bristol so we could sign our lease the next day and finally met my sister’s boyfriend who seemed very nice and picked us up from the station with all our bags.
We signed the lease on Saturday morning and moved in soon afterwards and found the hair, everywhere, if anyone meets a Dr HAkkak can you see if he wears a wig because we must have half a head our hair in our hoover bag at the miniute, I hope it’s head hair!
And for the rest of the week we have been settling in and buying all the bits we need which was everything because we got nothing with the flat except: a sofa, a table with chairs, 4 large wine glasses and 5 shot glasses, that was it. So we have bought everything including TV, hoover, plates, pots, pans, cutlery and everything else that I haven’t mentioned, but Chel won’t let me have a penguin, we could live in the bath and everything.
Anyway part from clean up after the Dr, we have spent a lot of time looking at the BBC which is just across the road and so far my celebrity count stands at 2. We almost bumped into Nick knowles of DIY SOS fame the day we looked around the flat, apparently he had a 4 oclock, if he weren’t on the phone I would have asked for a photo and I think I saw Ben Fogle of Castaway and Animal PArk fame, although he was quite a long way away but I’m sure it was him.
Anywya I will try and get some ohotos up soon and I will update more tomorrow, we are going out and about with Chel’s Mum is visiting.
Speak soon,
Sam
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PS AOL suck and have been lying to me and I can’t get a straight answer out of them! And it’s all Hakkak’s fault as well damn the Dr!