Hurry up and wait

Alright so it's Thursday. Apparently when a potential employer says they'll get back to you early next week it could mean:

a) they'll get back to you Monday or Tuesday
b) they'll get back to you sometime in 2012
c) they'll get back to you before you cross over into the afterlife

I called them on Wednesday and they told me I would know by the end of the week and my brain nearly combusted inside my skull. WHAT DOES THE END OF THE WEEK MEAN? Friday? Sunday? After the second coming of Christ? A girl can only wait SO long.

So anyway I have another interview on Friday with Haymarket for an online editor position. The pay is peanuts but it's a pretty big brand so it would be good to have on the ol' CV. You know what will be nice? When I'm hired based on my ability and skill and not on the names of the companies I worked for. One can only dream.

So enough whining about jobs. Let's whine about flats! Actually I can't really whine. We're 99.9% certain we're getting our place which is great. I got in quite a little scuffle on the phone with our real estate agent, Saylan (what the hell kind of name is that? Sounds like some elfin video game character or something). He got rather fresh me with yesterday when I asked him to follow up on our applications. Oh I'm sorry, was I asking you to do your job? How thoughtless of me. A thousand apologizes.

Douchebag.

Anyway after I wrote him a rather sternly worded email, he apologized and now were back on track. The plan was to move in Saturday but both Franca and I are having to wire funds from the big white north so it could take a while and the move in date might now be Monday. But fingers crossed that I can be drunk and depressed eating Thai food in my sweatpants in my OWN home on Valentine's Day this year. I'd hate to have to pass out drunk in a someone else's home on the most romantic day of the year (sorry, most commercialized day of the year).

Speaking of drunk, I've been trying to take it easy on the drinking. For the first three weeks that I was in London, I consumed alcohol every single day and coincidentally, all my pants shrunk in the wash. Weird how that happens. Also the staple foods in the UK are fries (called chips. Crisps are potato chips. These Brits are so goddamn wacky) and pies filled with gravy and pieces of what I'm assuming is meant to be meat. Needless to say, my stomach is in a constant battle with me to feed it something green and to wash it down with something that hasn't fermented.

Well, I'll show him who's boss!

I haven't really been out and about in London a lot lately, though I went to grab a drink with D Milano yesterday in Oxford Circus. Other than that I've been trying not to spend too much money. Guess that doesn't make for a very exciting blog post. Well I can't be doing awesome things EVERY day OK? If you want me to update frequently, be prepared for some boring posts about the different ways I fold my socks (sometimes into balls, sometimes just the top parts, but I NEVER put mismatched socks together. It's sacrilege). Anyway as soon as we move into our place and I hopefully get a job I'll have lots of exciting things to write about. Until then, Patsy's going to be kind of lame.

Alright I'll write back soon when I have any updates (and interesting things to talk about). Love and miss you all!

Cheers,

Patsy