Sorry about the long time between posts but I have been moving.
Pretty much as soon as my last exam was over we went into hyper drive on the packing as we had pretty much done none of it and we only had a week and a half till the move. Then we decided to move on a weekday as it is cheaper so it dwindled down to 8 days to pack. It may sound like a lot of time but we have lots of shit. We then spent 2 nights at mums before coming to the new house. Our first week was spent up and down between
Now to the task of getting this disaster of a house into a livable state. 3 months ago when we were thinking about moving we came and looked at the house and it was a bomb site. It was still full of David grandfathers (Jim) stuff and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The roof upstairs was collapsing and it leaked in several places around the house. The locks had all been damaged (Jim went a bit nuts and broke them so people couldn't get in) and couldn't be opened so the only entry was through the garage. There was damage to the roof where Jim had put the broom handle through it because there were children living in his roof and he was trying to get them. Not very enticing but I was told that everything would be gone by the time we came, that professional cleaners were coming to clean the house thoroughly and the carpets would be steam cleaned. The locks were getting fixed and all the crap would be gone. It didn't happen. When moving day rolled around 3 MONTHS LATER it was still in the exact same state. I was so pissed off. Ranting and raving for days and even more annoying is that David wouldn't join in with me! How can you not be annoyed that we had to move in to a filthy damaged house because your mother was 'too busy' to make a few freaking phone calls!!!! So now my days are filled with packing up Jims stuff, cleaning the 3 inch dust away then trying to move our stuff in. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. We had to pile all of our stuff into the lounge room as there was nowhere else to put it as it was full of SHIT!
So much for uni holidays.
Speaking of uni, I got 2 credits, not a great result but given how distracted I was I can't complain. Let’s see if I can pull straight HD's in my last semester. The booklist isn't up yet for next semester (which starts in a week and a half) which is annoying because I need to know how much I am going to be up for.
Mum is only going to be at the bistro for about another month. The club wanted to change the way the bistro is run, i.e. who pays the bills etc but with mums contract they couldn't so they called for expressions of interest expecting mum to reapply but she decided to move on. On to where is unknown. Several possibles have been floating around. From market stalls to crepe shops and now a bistro in Gerringong has opened up and she is going to apply. Not sure if it is such a good idea considering how much she has been feeling trapped with her current bistro. Oh well only time will tell. Jenny (works for mum) was one of the applicants but she doesn't seem to have been successful. I pretty happy about it because she did the dirty on Kelly (another worker, Jenny's apparent best friend, my friend) They were going to apply together along with Jenny's sister (Abby) but without telling her till after the applications closed, they cut her out. There was a huge fight and haven't talked since. They have been friends for 22 years and it is all fucked up over a bistro that isn't going to go to any of them. Kelly's cousin works with Abby and Kelly got her to tell Abby's boss about the application and now Abby's hours have been cut and she isn't getting enough money. All pretty funny and good gossip from the outside but I wouldn't want to be any of them.
*names have been changed as I am not going to directly gossip about them LOL
Anyway the whole bistro thing means that David and I have about a month to find another job. I hate job hunting. We have no availability. On the days that I am not at uni David is and I have Emily and on the days that David is not at uni I am and he has Emily. So it pretty much dwindles it down to weekends or night fill. I HATE night fill. I did it for Coles before and it was horrid. It makes you soooo tired, you never finish when you are supposed to and you get treated like shit because they see you as 'replaceable'. Mind you I was heavily pregnant/had newborn when I was doing it so that might account for a lot of it but I don't want to find out. David keeps saying that he will take the semester off and work while I finish my degree off but he seems to forget that I am hoping to be doing medicine next year which is more full on so I don't know how that is supposed to be easier.
I have my MIL coming over at 7:30am tommorrow. Should be fun NOT!
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