Kiwi Shot

Hi, hi, yea I’m writing again.

No, I haven’t found a job, thanks for asking. Please stop asking now, before I rip my own face off. There are a helleva lot of other people in London who also haven’t found jobs, go bug them. My recruitment agent says she hasn’t even had one booking for anything in the last week.

So I’ve been keeping busy, mostly firing my CV off to random job sites, more recruitment agents and of course to employers. Sometimes I change out of my pajamas. We call that “A good day”.

I’m toying with the idea of heading into that big ole Mall and trying out for retail. I don’t know if I’m that desperate yet.

Anyways, with all this fun going on, 2 of our flatmates are leaving so we’re back on the interwebz, looking for random strangers to help pay the rent. So far I’ve had one Aussie girl and one Chinese girl come through, neither seemed crazy this time which is unusual. I’ve an Italian girl to meet and another girl of unspecified origin. I think we’re only getting girls because the photo of the room has a girly bedspread on the bed. I think that the pink flowers subconsciously put men off. Oh no wait, Sneaky got a call from a guy, it’s just he was 41 and we had to turn him down on the account of that being creepy.

I think by the end of this we’ll have about 6 people living here. There’s days I love and hate crowded living. Certain episodes such as Where Have All The Pots Gone? That Jar Of Beetroot Has Been In The Fridge For About Five Months Now and my favourite; Dear God, Did Someone Vom On The Roof Of The Microwave? are the reasons for both the loving and hating.

I have been promised a romantic weekend in Bath where we will see Stonehenge so really, it’s not all that bad.