Daiso
Tokuya
Oct 31, 2010
want
Daiso
Tokuya
Oct 30, 2010
waiting
Right now I'm waiting to see if we've been accepted to lease a house in East Kew, and I hate waiting. The one in Preston that I originally wanted was open for inspection on Wednesday, and about 50 people showed up to inspect it. I liked it a lot, but I knew I was right about the agent. Then when I read the application form and noticed that as well as your driver's licence and all the usual ID, they wanted a copy of your bank statement as well. It was at that point that I decided they could go fuck themselves.
So it's the Kew house or back to the drawing board. It's doing my head in, and the stress is not making me a happy person to be around right now. The fella also had an important job interview on Wednesday, and I really really hope he gets it, as it would take some of the pressure off. Fingers crossed.
In other news I was left alone in the wool shop whilst waiting for the fella to finish his nautropath's appointment yesterday, so I'm trying to knit my cares away into a pink cotton-acrylic blend top.
And it's been pouring with rain all day.
So it's the Kew house or back to the drawing board. It's doing my head in, and the stress is not making me a happy person to be around right now. The fella also had an important job interview on Wednesday, and I really really hope he gets it, as it would take some of the pressure off. Fingers crossed.
In other news I was left alone in the wool shop whilst waiting for the fella to finish his nautropath's appointment yesterday, so I'm trying to knit my cares away into a pink cotton-acrylic blend top.
And it's been pouring with rain all day.
Oct 26, 2010
possibility..?
I found this embroidery design earlier on Flickr, and was thinking that it would make a great border for a tattoo. What to put in the middle? Tea? Sewing? Cupcake?
up and down
...my mood lately that is. I've been all over the place, I guess I'm not coping with the stress of moving both office and home. I haven't been sleeping much.
Yesterday we looked at a property and I almost felt insulted. It was [originally] a lovely house, built in, say, 1940, and really nothing had been done to it since then, besides layer after layer of dirt and grime. And maybe new carpet and curtains in the late 60s. It made me want to cry for the house, it was once lovely, and still had some of it's features like beautiful geometric ceiling roses and decorative bathroom tiling. But everything was filthy and seemingly only held together by the layer of manky paint that might have been added back in the 1980s. The kitchen stove was in the middle of the floor and looked like it had exploded, and the "splashback" was nothing but a dented piece of aluminum nailed to the wall. Grease was caked everywhere. I didn't dare to look in the bathroom, but the Fella assured me it was so horrid that you'd come out feeling dirtier than when you went in. I felt embarrassed for the agent, having to show people this piece of shit. And asking $350 a week for it. But it's a big house and in a great location, she pointed out. I smiled politely and inwardely wept for it's soul. Poor house.
The other thing I REALLY hate about finding a rental home is dealing with real estate agents. I really don't think I've encountered a truthful one in all my life. Yesterday I was pissed off because I rang on Saturday about getting the keys to see a property and was told to come past on Monday. So we show up, only to be told that that property is let and the tenants are actually coming in today to sign the lease. Why waste my time, arseholes? There's another property that I have my eye on that is open tomorrow for viewing, but I have tried twice to arrange an earlier viewing with the agent. The first time he promised to ring me back and never did, and then when I rang yesterday I was told that I can't see it till Wednesday with everyone else because they are apparently "doing work on it." Given the fact that my parents went past the property and were talking to the owner on Sunday, I know this is a blatent lie. The simple fact is that it's a good house at a great price, so the agent knows they'll have no trouble renting it, so he simply can't be fucking bothered. It makes me so angry, you want to tell them to their swarmy faces that they're full of it, but in the interests of potential future business interaction, you can't. GRR and GRRR.
I know I'll look back on this in a month or two and wonder "what were you so worried about?" but right now I'm living it, and it's pissing me off. I so dislike the current place I'm renting, that I'm really concerned about finding a new place that will be home. Because I really need a home right now. Not just somewhere to sleep, eat and watch tv.
home sweet home by patrycja., on Flickr
Yesterday we looked at a property and I almost felt insulted. It was [originally] a lovely house, built in, say, 1940, and really nothing had been done to it since then, besides layer after layer of dirt and grime. And maybe new carpet and curtains in the late 60s. It made me want to cry for the house, it was once lovely, and still had some of it's features like beautiful geometric ceiling roses and decorative bathroom tiling. But everything was filthy and seemingly only held together by the layer of manky paint that might have been added back in the 1980s. The kitchen stove was in the middle of the floor and looked like it had exploded, and the "splashback" was nothing but a dented piece of aluminum nailed to the wall. Grease was caked everywhere. I didn't dare to look in the bathroom, but the Fella assured me it was so horrid that you'd come out feeling dirtier than when you went in. I felt embarrassed for the agent, having to show people this piece of shit. And asking $350 a week for it. But it's a big house and in a great location, she pointed out. I smiled politely and inwardely wept for it's soul. Poor house.
The other thing I REALLY hate about finding a rental home is dealing with real estate agents. I really don't think I've encountered a truthful one in all my life. Yesterday I was pissed off because I rang on Saturday about getting the keys to see a property and was told to come past on Monday. So we show up, only to be told that that property is let and the tenants are actually coming in today to sign the lease. Why waste my time, arseholes? There's another property that I have my eye on that is open tomorrow for viewing, but I have tried twice to arrange an earlier viewing with the agent. The first time he promised to ring me back and never did, and then when I rang yesterday I was told that I can't see it till Wednesday with everyone else because they are apparently "doing work on it." Given the fact that my parents went past the property and were talking to the owner on Sunday, I know this is a blatent lie. The simple fact is that it's a good house at a great price, so the agent knows they'll have no trouble renting it, so he simply can't be fucking bothered. It makes me so angry, you want to tell them to their swarmy faces that they're full of it, but in the interests of potential future business interaction, you can't. GRR and GRRR.
I know I'll look back on this in a month or two and wonder "what were you so worried about?" but right now I'm living it, and it's pissing me off. I so dislike the current place I'm renting, that I'm really concerned about finding a new place that will be home. Because I really need a home right now. Not just somewhere to sleep, eat and watch tv.
home sweet home by patrycja., on Flickr
Oct 24, 2010
where it's at
So right now I'm at one of those turning points in my life. My work has relocated me, and so I'm going to use the opportunity to make a fresh start on things. Since my marriage breakup, I've sort of been drifting, and I'm very much over it. I now have someone else special in my life, and I think it's time for some changes.
As a result of work relocation, I've decided to take the opportunity to pick a place where I want to live and try it out. So we're currently looking for properties to rent, the main criteria being a yard for the DOG and room to garden. And somewhere to park the cars - I'm NEVER doing the inner city no parking thing again. (Grr.)
All this home uncertainty is rotting my guts and I'm praying to find somewhere asap, where the landlord will say, yes you can have it. Marriage separation always means lots of shit to sort out and no money in the foreseeable future, so right now, budget is a huge consideration. Fingers crossed for me.
I do think it's time for me to get what I want.
Oct 23, 2010
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