Moving Forward Or Just Sliding Sideways?

The blog has been sorely neglected as I have been doing grown up things. Such as flat hunting and getting quotes on van hire.

Dad and I made a trip to London on Saturday and walked bloody MILES! We were trudging down the rain when we got stuck behind this old couple who refused to move overto others pass. Don't you just hate when that happens! The old lady had a bad limp and the fella was blind, why me God!

Well, I found a flat. Nice but small and expensive. Not what a girl likes to hear. Hope to move in a week on Sunday. But I will be getting broadband installed so I can still waste my life on t'internet.

All I need now is confirmation of my start date from my employer and I can hand in my notice at the supermarket. Huzzah! How I cannot wait for that sweet taste of freedom. A lady complained to me today that I had but the sandwich chillers (which are at the entrance of the store) in a stupid place.

I work on the checkouts, fridge placement is not one of my duties.

"So, now I have to queue up twice! I've bought my shopping and now I have go and get my lunch and queue again!"
"You could always pick up the sandwich on the way in and put it in your basket before you do the rest of your shop."

She shut up and left. The general public are anything but general in their weirdness! There was a fight over who got one of the electrice scooters the other day. Two old biddys screaming at one another. It's not right.

Scary Times Ahead

Trying to organise a flatshare while being at the other end of the country is not easy.

However progress is being made, and I will be travelling down this weekend with my Daddy to look at (hopefully) a few places. That is if people get in touch!!

Those who know me, know I dislike vague. I am a self-confessed control freak, I want organisation and I want it YESTERDAY!! I think this is justified considering I am supposed to be starting work by October 10th by the latest.

They'll be lucky!

Professor Cheney I presume?

Well, you presume wrong!

I have over the past few days been receiving calls on my mobile from a very worried sounding young man, asking for Prof. Cheney.

Well at least it wasn't Dick Cheney!

Anyway, yesterday things came to a head when I found an actual number from one of these missed calls on my phone. All the others had come up 'Unknown'. The type of call you usually reject on principle that it MUST be someone arsing around.

Well, I rang said number back and reached some auction house. Yes, my life really is this random. The woman on the other end got a bit shirty when I asked her why they had been ringing me. Especially when I have nothing up for auction (except eBay, please please bid!! Shameless plug ended).
I told her that I had been receiving odd calls for several days asking for the errant academic Cheney. She went quiet and told them that she would make sure everyone knew that this was the wrong number.

I feel sorry for Cheney in all this, poor bugger is probably wondering if his antique creut set has sold and all he keeps getting are phone calls asking if he can work a double shift on the checkouts next Tuesday.

Hooray For Me!

Employment beckons, but it will require my moving to the South. V daunting! Found out this morning and I think I'm in shock still. Are tears are normal reaction to this kind of thing? Probably not.

Anyway, now my shopping spree yesterday is justified. Yay, for reverse justification. And new jeans! (You know I would just have decided the spree was totally justified as a pre-emptive comiseration thing if I had failed to get the job).

Next on the list is obviously find somewhere to live. Eeeep, scary.

On another note, Questionable Content now updates five times a week! Check it out here.

I also have some fabulously gorgeous jewellery I have made up for auction on eBay. Please support my shopping habit and bid here.

I HATE TRAINS!

Ok, so I went to my callback interview for the job I'm not sure I can take. Interview went well, was only there for about an hour and in the interview for about 25 minutes. However I left at 8:40am and returned home at 11pm. Why? Because Virgin Trains are bastards! I was delayed an hour on the way there, and was late for said interview (I rang to explain I was stuck at a train station, and they were v nice). I was also late on the way back, by over an hour. I missed my connection home and had to go via Crewe, this train was also late.

I never wish to see another train.

Payday finally arrived, and with it a trip bowling with my mum and some of her workmates. It was good fun until I ripped a fingernail off, minging! My mum also forgot her glasses, not too much of a problem you might think until my mum pipes up with..

"I can't see the pins."

"What? There only a few feet down there!"

"Well, I can see this white blur at the end of the alley, I think."

"Well, aim for that then."

She came third out of fifteen! Jammy of what. I was last, Gutter Ball Sessy, that's me. I blame my sporting related nail injury and my insurmountable handicap of being left handed.