Despite now being an old and wise (hah) postgrad who really should know better, I've been round the freshers fair today. Four carrier bags of junk later, this is what my bedroom floor now looks like:

Pretty much all of the paper/fliers are going straight in the recycling 'cos they're all crap.  There are some coupons and stuff, but apart from that I also have...

• one frisbee
• fifteen teabags
• a spatula
• one bottle opener
• three pens
• energy saving lightbulb
  
• magnetic words.  Now adorning our fridge - will be interesting to see if anyone takes offence and removes them for looking messy.  The communal areas in this house don't look anywhere near 'lived in' enough yet....

Could probably have done better if I'd have actually bothered putting my name down for all the random prize draws and whatnot, but seeing as I'm not particularly arsed with any kind of clubbing or gym membership that seemed like a waste of time, heh.  Might pop in again tomorrow though, see if there's anything different going on...

More importantly, I also now have my student ID, complete with hideous photo.  hooray! 

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Awww, I've finished work   This makes me sad because my job is (was!) ace, but also it hasn't really sunk in yet, and probably won't do until I actually move out of Ludlow.

But on the positive side, I have a new toy   It's slightly laptop shaped.  In fact, very laptop shaped.  Can you guess what it is yet?

Its name is Arthur, and anyone after techy details may like to know that it's an Acer somethingorother, dual core with significantly more ram and hard drive space than my desktop.  Oh, and Windows Vista.  ick.

Obviously I shall soon be installing a proper operating system on it, but first of all I have to figure some stuff out with partition sizes/types.  I was thinking of also putting XP on it, but I've mostly talked myself out of that now - really it would only be there for the sake of it (plus some kind of geeky pride in having a triple boot system), but then I figured that anything I need to use will probably either work on Vista or Linux (or both), and anyway Dougal has a perfectly usable XP install so it's not like I can't use that if I need to.

I'm having a much more productive weekend than last.  Today I stuffed my car full of boxes, bags and assorted bits of dissassembled furniture.  I forget how much space there is in a Polo, heh.

Might do another trip tomorrow, or more likely I might stay in Ludlow and have a wander round the Food Festival.  Although I don't know, yesterday it was fairly difficult to move for visitors/tourists so it'll probably be even worse tomorrow.

On a slightly related side note, I've decided that the collective noun for elderly people should be a "coach". 

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The lettings agents dealing with the flat are starting to annoy me now.  The last week has been a constant stream of phone calls and people turning up, which is fair enough.

But urgh, I sort of feel like they're starting to take the piss a little bit.  I've had 4 lots of people round so far, and another two due on the next two evenings. And despite various promises, only once has one of their staff turned up to do the viewing (and that's a bit of a saga in itself).  If they'd said to start with that I'd have to show people round on my own, then fine.  but urgh.

Saturday morning, I'm driving up to Shrewsbury and the phone rings (worryingly I didn't really hear it ring but it auto answers on handsfree so I have no idea how much of my singing they heard...) - "can someone come round at 3pm?".  No, says I, because I might not be back by then... try 4 instead.  ok, she sounds a bit put out but that's fine. 

Monday, 0915.  "the woman who came round on friday, she'd like to pop back for another quick look at some point this morning".  For reasons involving it being a) far too early in the day and b) incredibly short notice, I decide that I don't want to take another half hour off work to deal with it so say no... "oh, but she only wants a very quick look, don't you have a lunch break or something".  So I cave in.

Monday, 1230.  I get home for lunch to discover woman + parents waiting outside.  They're expecting one of the agency staff to join them, so say they'll wait a few minutes.  No-one shows, so I let them in anyway and continue making my sandwich.  20 minutes of annoying questions (which she's already asked!) about bills and noise levels and blah blah blah and they go, leaving me with very little time to actually eat my lunch.  So that's annoying.

Yesterday. oooh, this one's good.  Another phone call... I'm feeling slightly arsey now so tell them anything has to be after work.  Can someone come round at half 6, blah blah ok.  So half 6 this bloke turns up - "are you the landlady?"  no, I'm the tenant. "oh right, I was told the landlady would be here to show me around".  Firstly, it's a landlord and he lives somewhere far away so the agency manage it.  Secondly, no-one else has showed for any previous viewings...  I tell him both these things, and he mutters stuff about them being crap and wanders off.

Today - another sounding phone call "I understand there was a bit of a misunderstanding yesterday" oh really, was there now?  No point getting vaguely snappy with me about it, because it wasn't my misunderstanding.  By the sounds of it the bloke had probably had a bit of a go at them, because they arranged for him to come back today, accompanied... continue reading »

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