“I work, I eat, I shower. That’s it. Occasionally… I take a dump, just as a sort of treat. I mean, that really is my treat. That’s what it’s come to. I sit there and I think, “No, I’m not going to read The New Statesman. This time is just for me. This is quality time just for me.” Is that normal?”—Hugh Abbot - The Thick Of It
Despite him looking all pleased with himself and telling us all the work we wanted we had been done and it had been cleaned, and you know, all the stuff you expect any competent landlord/estate agent duo to do, guess what, IT WASN’T DONE!
Also half the lights didn’t work
And a constant dripping sound has appeared.
And he didn’t have an inventory form.
Now I wasn’t there at this point thank goodness, else I might have actually decapitated him, but Catti’s dad was, and from what I gather, he was very close to doing the same. The text I got from Catti was ‘He’s making Parvez cry’ which was the highlight of my day.
If you’re wondering where I was, I was on a 4 hour round trip, with a hours waiting time between the there and the back again, on London Midland to get a piece of plastic so that I can be at work at 6am tomorrow at Stratford and the next 4 days after that. Incidently *insert name of company providing olympic security here* were also completely shit today, but I did manage to get through to my duty manager (instead of nother hour of Brahms and some bumbling fool who tells me nothing) who actually told me some solid details of what I need to do. I could have cried with happiness. This is what my life has become, huge outpourings of joy at people simply being able to do their job.
So anyway I am not able to sort out any of this mess at all, because i’ll be doing 12 hour shifts. Catti’s gone home to cuddle her cats and forget about life, Aydan’s on an internship, and Adam is free monday and apart from that he’s working. So we’re relying on Parvez.
He’s said he’ll get it sorted, but he’s said that before.
I feel really bad because Rachael’s mum is here and she is the nicest woman I have ever met like seriously she spent a large chunk of today cleaning our toilets and bathrooms, buying light bulbs, basically doing what we should have been, even though we told her not to and to just put her feet up, and I look like an anger management issues kid today as i’ve gone around wanting to scream in everyone’s face.
Moving house tomorrow with the shittest estate agent ever. He called this morning asking for more guarantor forms, things he should have asked for three weeks ago, that we told him he needed, but no, he knew best, and just called to change his appointment time with us on top of that when I really needed an early morning one because I need to get a train home to pick up my sia licence as I’ve been told today i’m working on sunday now despite the fact I still haven’t got my uniform, that i’ve been told is going to magically appear tomorrow. I’m now going to have to move in tomorrow night, before getting an early night as I have to get to Statford for 5 in the morning on Sunday. And on top of that my brother had his scan results back today and there’s ‘abnormal’ stuff so it looks like the radiotherapy didn’t get rid of everything wo0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
that is a bargain aha:) i need more rings in my life, i only have the one
I only started with them last month, and I currently have a grand collection of three. One of which is a triforce, which i was really happy finding in the depths of asos, not that they’d realised that’s what they’d made.
Oh well, it’s Adam’s birthday tomorrow so I’m going to hopefully get him really drunk as that is always brilliant, and hopefully at g-a-y too as then it becomes doubly brilliant, and I get to devour my weight in gin to have a night off from the stresses of this house moving fiasco, which is always a plus.