5 posts tagged “house hunting”

So I have the house! Hurrah! But also, FUUUUUUUCK. How am I going to be able to afford it if work don't come through with the goods? The other problem is that the real estate agent has said that if I want to have a housemate move in I would have to put them on the lease - and I really don't want to put a stranger on the lease with me.

Chroist almighty I am going to end up being very poor indeed...

Have just put in my application for the house. Christ knows how I'll afford it if work doesn't help me out... Anyway, everything that can be crossed, is!

Just looked at a house and I want it so bad. I want to be able to rub my hands together and call it my precious.

My precious

Admittedly, partly I desperately want it because I just want a home of my own instead of living out of plastic crates. But this house is lovely and cool, with wood floors and high ceilings, a huge main bedroom, decent sized second and third bedrooms, ceiling fans in lounge and main room, a GAS stove (never thought they would be so hard to find), a little easy-care lawn and a little wooden balcony for my pot plants. It is technically a unit, but is really a house, and it is set back from the road so is nice and quiet. Very near by (a 30 sec walk) is a little deli which is open until 8pm for milk emergencies. It is a bit further from work than I might like - probably only walking distance on days which are not blistering hot but at this point I can not be that picky!

I also appear to have been the only person to look at it today and I think the estate agent took a liking to me, although I was very gushy and by the end I think I may have freaked her out. But anyway, I think I like my chances.

Looking at a house that big makes me realise how little furniture I actually have! I will have to buy: dining table, chairs, couch, spare bed, coffee table, fridge, washing machine etc etc etc. I am definitely going to have to apply for a credit card with a bigger limit!

I'm also going to have to talk to work about the cost because at this point it is at least $100 more than I can afford per week. Hopefully I can work something out. Otherwise I will have to find some stranger to move in with me. Eeek.

Just went and looked at a house. OH. MY. GOD. I'm not a particularly precious person, but this place was BAD. There were floorboards missing, the bathroom looked like a hurricane had hit it, and the bath was almost 100% rust. Also the "third bedroom" was actually half sleepout, half laundry. I knew there must have been a reason for it being cheap(ish), but I can now definitely say that they were overcharging. Ick ick ick.

I believe that I am starting to understand what it is like working with David Brent. It isn't one colleague in particular, but the combination of two of them. One of whom is in very very close proximity. I just feel like screaming, 'you know that joke you just made??? IT ISN'T FUNNY! Also, for the record: I don't care that you don't like hilighters, I don't care that you have switched from drinking diet coke to coke zero, I don't care that you don't have headphones... and so on. When in doubt, assume that I don't care about the meaningless details of your life!'

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I'm certainly not claiming never to have discussed my love for diet coke or similar, but I have those conversations with my housemates or friends who love me enough to put up with boring anecdotes in exchange for getting to tell me their boring anecdotes. I certainly don't have them with colleagues when said colleagues are clearly VERY BUSY and, indeed, have headphones in to indicate that they do not want to be talked at at the moment.

I know that I am generally a crochety character, and that I can be overly judgmental, and believe me this is something I'm working on. I'm hoping, therefore, that the intense irritation he is currently causing me will fade.

In other news, still no house. I'm looking at two places this afternoon, neither of which I particularly want or like the look of, but I figure I have to look at them: (a) because I'm getting desperate; and (b) because then I can genuinely say to the powers that be that I have looked at 'x' number of places and still haven't found anywhere so you're just going to have to pay my accomodation for a bit longer, aight?

Work is pretty good though. Scary but good. I now have responsibility for my own matters, and I'm very nervous about that. I'm trying to find the balance between asking for help and running my own stuff. My immediate supervisor is a total gem, but I'm wary of going to her too much because she is very overloaded herself. Also, I'm a big girl now. Apparently.

Off to a conference for the rest of this week, and won't be back online until next Monday. Wow, a whole 7 days away from the internet. SCARY.