Where in the world is...

So I'm in a pretty crappy mood right now. I just found out I didn't get the Amazon job either, which means I didn't get a second interview with any of the companies I interviewed with last week. To be honest, none of those jobs screamed out at me (that's reserved for the homeless guys that ride the Picadilly Line), but jobs are a lot like boys. You might not like them, but god fucking forbid if they turn around and say they don't want you.

It's just not done, OK? It is NOT done.

Anyway so before I got this terrible news from Beatrice, my recruiter, I actually had a great couple of days.

Yesterday, Franca and I met in Battersea to check out some flats. Let's just say, we weren't impressed. The mousy looking dude who replaced our first agent was bumbling and awkward and didn't laugh at any of my jokes so I immediately despised him. Anyway the first place we went to see was gross - cats everywhere, the place smelt like rank dudes and that was because, in fact, those rank smelling dudes were still in the house. They went up to the loft while we checked out the main floor which looked like a mix of a shitty apartment you'd have in university and a crack den. We went to see the loft and lo and behold, stanky boys were getting high! The whole place smelled like pot. I mentioned that I enjoyed the aroma and they laughed and then we left, never to return. I thought about hitting that joint but I figured I should be a in clear state of mind when picking out a place to live.

'Oh this refrigerator box is GORGEOUS. I love what they've done with the flaps and tape. The location is fabulous! Does it come with a garden?'

The second place was even grosser and I'm pretty sure several prostitutes were murdered in the shower. Which, you know, is usually a selling point. Anyway, it was a flat above a store which I've always thought was cool but I know the novelty would wear off when the smell of red snapper wafts up from the fish monger below and I'm suffering a wrathful hangover. So that was a no go.

The last place was nice but not available until the end of March and we just couldn't wait that long. We also decided we didn't like Clapham/Battersea and now we have settled on getting a flat in Angel or Old Street or somewhere north east of the river. Sorry souf London, much like my job at Amazon, it just wasn't meant to be.

In other moving news, I'm out of Pirton. I am going to stay with some other friends of my dad as it's too expensive and time consuming for me to travel back and forth from Martin's to London (about £40 or $80 for a round trip to London, and I ain't made of money). He and I will stay in touch though, so I'll keep you abreast of any new Martin-isms.

After house hunting, Franca and I ended up getting wasted all day (oops!) and going from bar to bar checking out Angel. We realized we liked Angel, and Fosters and deep fried chicken sandwiches (side note: I am going to balloon if I keep up this lifestyle. I need a gym and salad in a bad way).

After hitting up The Eagle and checking out the local talent (lots of young, drunken boys in Angel) we met up with my friend/former coworker/partying buddy Folu and went to a two-for-one drinks bar (see, this is not good). It was great to see him and catch up and he has this beautiful British accent that just makes him sound so refined and classy and, well, British. Anyway we left him and headed back to Franca's godfather's place for dinner and a sorely needed rest.

Today Franca and I got up and had a full English breakfast and I actually thought I might explode. Sausages, bacon, beans, mushrooms, toast, eggs, tomatoes, intestinal cramping, violent indigestion, etc. Anyway, it had to be done and I can tell this will be my best hangover buddy while I'm here. After that I met up with my friend and former Yahoo! coworker DAN MILANO!

For everyone at Yahoo!, here's what I promised you:



Dijon Dan Milano! I found him in London. We had a great day. Hitting up pubs, walking down Oxford Street, catching up on our lives. We went to Selfidges (which for the record makes Holt Refrew look like Bi-Way), went to another pub and had chips and drinks. I am glad to have a Canadian friend in the city, so we've made plans to see a footie game, hit up some markets and grab dim sum.

I'm glad I'm seeing old faces and I'm beginning to feel like London could soon become a city I call home.

So, in short, no one will employ me but I like to drink? No wait, I like to eat? Dammit. I'll have to work on that.

Alright well if any of you are suffering the winter blues right now (or unemployment blues) here is a song/video that will definitely brighten up your day. I listened to it when I got home and immediately felt better.


I miss and love you all and will write more tomorrow!

Cheers,

Patsy