Farewell Devon

Firstly, sayonara, Dyson! I will miss you, my friend. You have helped me through the tough times when I was unemployed and wondering if I would ever get a job. You were always there for me. Thank you.

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I've had a really busy few days. On Thursday I drove to Southampton with a carload of my stuff to pick up more stuff from my uncle's of mine. When Paul met me in front of the estate agents to pick of the keys, he promptly started to piss himself laughing as he saw me wedged into the drivers seat.

After hastily moving in, I had to run into town to meet up with some friends I had made whilst on the Trans-Sib. It was so cool to meet up. Although we'd only known each other for a total of 10 days max, there was the same feeling as when you meet up with your old uni mates or mates from JET. There was the same feeling of solidarity and shared experience, though of course, our shared experiences were packed into a few days and involved mainly drinking and stupid games on a train.

Then yesterday I had a crazy day of driving back here to Devon. For someone who doesn't particularly enjoy driving and who doesn't drive that much, 10 hours is three days is a lot, and by the last hour, my hip joint was in excruciating pain. How old am I?!

After sleeping for 9 glorious hours, I'm about to get ready to get on a train and start my new life. I will be penniless and tired most of the time but at least I'll be able to blog about more than lightbulbs.

Public transport: fan-bloody-tastic!

Webcam

Webcam is evil.

I just flashed someone and their mum was stood next to them.

Yesterday, I was walking down the road when I saw a right-hand drive car. It took me a while to work out which side we have in England.

Warning: I have been driving for 8 years.

Limbo

I have nothing to do.

I finally got up the guts to ring my office about the lack of any form of communication on their part. It was a strange conversation in that I didn't get to speak to my boss directly. The bloke who answered the phone directed my questions at my boss who then replied through the bloke on the phone. It turns out that my contract was sent but must have been lost in the post.

Job - tick

We viewed about a million houses over the last few days and found one we liked just 8 minutes walk from where Stephen Jones lives! I've sent the agency my form for the reference checking and am just waiting for them to ok everything.

Flat - tick

We can't move in until everything's finalised so I can't sort out how or when I'm going to move in. This leaves me with nothing much to do except annoy my soon-to-be flatmates with 'ooooooooooooo, there's the biggest mountaineering centre in the South East right by our house' or 'ooooooo, we'll have to pay about £504 gas and electricity bills per year'.

Exciting stuff. Could go and pack...

Flat hunting

Oh my God! Why am I still chained to the computer even though I have (well, maybe), a job? To all you estate agents out there with your cockney wideboy accents and your 'oh, my flat's better than your flat' talk, just give me a flat!

Arrrrggggggggghhhhhhh! Getting hysterical...

Still no official news about my job. Am wondering whether I made up the whole thing a la Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind.