2 posts tagged “house”
Moved in to our new place yesterday.
Here is a view of our street from our room:
I would show you the actual room but it's kinda crummy and empty at the moment. It shouldn't be empty. For that I have the transport strike to blame.
Like all cheapskates, I was planning to furnish my entire life with items from ikea.
But the bus that goes to that particular far-flung corner of London has been canceled for today only. Typical.
So we got drunk at a pub called The Angelic instead. And I heart it real bad. I am so going there tomorrow when our internet runs out... Which it will because we are currently stealing it from the neighbours who are moving out tomorrow.
As you may imagine, this will put a crimp in the posting for a while. Sorry Karl, Donna and parents (who deserve applause for losing her fear that blogs are somehow complicated and will steal their identity and credit card).
In housekeeping matters, the job hunt is going well. Although, like every other part of British culture, there are a preposterous amount of unnecessary 'procedures' to go through. The latest is I have to go to Surrey for an aptitude test.
That's right. The biggest B2B publisher in Europe's idea of a 'first interview' is a one hour train ride and then a numeracy/literacy test. Nothing at all to do with my skills or the job in question. I just have to sit a test because it's "procedure".
The recruitment agent asked if this was going to be a problem. I almost said 'yes' because I am ideologically opposed to 'aptitude' tests (they're extremely racist -especially when used in the first round to "knock out" a bunch of applicants) but he just sounds so eager to place me in this job. He apologised for the "procedure" but said the job at the end would be worth it.
And right now, he's the boss.
Oh, and we have finally met everyone who lives in the house -we even went out to our new 'local' (The Crown) last night and ended up staying until last drinks.
One of the things I am clearly going to enjoy is the pub culture. With houses being so small and the days being so dark for much of the year, it's completely normal and non-alcoholic to use a pub as your de facto living room. Most of them have books and board games.
Now, I just need to befriend the owner of The Crown and convince him/her to get wireless and I will never leave. The maths stacks up. Twenty quid a month for access leads to thousands of pounds of increased sales (from me alone) per day.
Like all cheapskates, I was planning to furnish my entire life with items from ikea.
But the bus that goes to that particular far-flung corner of London has been canceled for today only. Typical.
So we got drunk at a pub called The Angelic instead. And I heart it real bad. I am so going there tomorrow when our internet runs out... Which it will because we are currently stealing it from the neighbours who are moving out tomorrow.
As you may imagine, this will put a crimp in the posting for a while. Sorry Karl, Donna and parents (who deserve applause for losing her fear that blogs are somehow complicated and will steal their identity and credit card).
In housekeeping matters, the job hunt is going well. Although, like every other part of British culture, there are a preposterous amount of unnecessary 'procedures' to go through. The latest is I have to go to Surrey for an aptitude test.
That's right. The biggest B2B publisher in Europe's idea of a 'first interview' is a one hour train ride and then a numeracy/literacy test. Nothing at all to do with my skills or the job in question. I just have to sit a test because it's "procedure".
The recruitment agent asked if this was going to be a problem. I almost said 'yes' because I am ideologically opposed to 'aptitude' tests (they're extremely racist -especially when used in the first round to "knock out" a bunch of applicants) but he just sounds so eager to place me in this job. He apologised for the "procedure" but said the job at the end would be worth it.
And right now, he's the boss.
Oh, and we have finally met everyone who lives in the house -we even went out to our new 'local' (The Crown) last night and ended up staying until last drinks.
One of the things I am clearly going to enjoy is the pub culture. With houses being so small and the days being so dark for much of the year, it's completely normal and non-alcoholic to use a pub as your de facto living room. Most of them have books and board games.
Now, I just need to befriend the owner of The Crown and convince him/her to get wireless and I will never leave. The maths stacks up. Twenty quid a month for access leads to thousands of pounds of increased sales (from me alone) per day.
The drinks went well... And I am revising my description of the street.
It looks kinda like the street that Wendy lives on... But not as fancy. Or in Kensington.
Anyway, so our flatmates are Michael -who designs games for PSP, etc- and Craig -a schoolteacher we haven't met because he is tramping in the Scottish highlands with his girlfriend because it is still school holidays. And possibly Craig's girlfriend. Otherwise it's a man house.
And we live in Islington! That's N1, bitches.
Anyway, so our flatmates are Michael -who designs games for PSP, etc- and Craig -a schoolteacher we haven't met because he is tramping in the Scottish highlands with his girlfriend because it is still school holidays. And possibly Craig's girlfriend. Otherwise it's a man house.
And we live in Islington! That's N1, bitches.
