Job and house hunting. AKA: I am a liar.
Hunting for a place to live can be difficult when you don't know where you will be working. Friday morning I interviewed for the second of the two jobs I'm interested in. All went fairly well, despite the early start and the fact that I seem to have taken to lying my arse off. When asked how much money I have managed, I recalled a lie from a previous interview, and reaffirmed an amout that was really quite a bit larger that the amount given for the project I was actually working on. This is all well and good, except that the main interviewer often talks to my old boss who knows exactly how much money I had to play with. Well what is the truth is that I didn't know how much money was there, except that I was the only person spending it and that it wasn't running out. So I guessed, perhaps a little too high, but nothing in excess of 400 % higher, I think. Oops. I think I may be getting over it, perhaps. It was only after I had fallen asleep in a drunken stupor in the car on the way home from dinner with friends that I recalled all the bullshitty details and started making little regretful groaning noises, which are only now beginning to subside.
That afternoon Mikl and I headed out to see loads more places we may rent, and put in applications for one of them. The woman immediately asked us for bond, at which point we had to retract our offer and start telling the truth a little bit, which was that we liked the place but won't know until Monday at the earliest where we want to live. The woman was very nice, and said there were unlikely to be any other applicants for the place and that the owners would most likely love the opportunity to brag that she was renting to a couple of scientists, so we should take our time. Not particularly politically correct or useful to the owner, but very nice fo us.
After several more places we went to mums place OUT WEST to take her very relaxed cat to the vet. Mum freaked out in the car as the cat was mewling in its box, and she felt sorry for it, which was understandable, but the cat was really being quite good I thought. $150 and 2 hours later we arrived back at mum's place where the still sick Mikl had been sleeping his pox off.
Quick change in the car, where myself and a ragged looking Mikl drove out to a friends newly purchased mansion in Truman land, otherwise known as Harrington Park (those annotated names are always a worry), a very outer west Sydney suburb where the heir to the Fairfax fortune purchased a whole chunk of land and has installed a very odd community, with lots of rules about who can live there - no cars over 5 years old and such, to preserve the integrity of the little community sphere. Apparently my good friends qualify, and now have themselves a piece of "perfect paradise", completely with an hour and a half drive to work. Nice house though. After consuming my own body weight in oysters at the local pub, a steak the size of my head, and a bottle of wine, I crawled into the car and started reliving the interview, which apart from my bullshitting episode, went really well. They were actually nice to me, which I think was the thing that caused all the confusion and instigated my 'episode"
The early rain and hangover made me unreliable as a riding parter for Shaz too. And my new bike sat lonely once again in the house, listening to the call of the wild...
In other news, the new and expensive air consitioner has arrived at mum's place, and hopefully will be installed tomorrow. Then we have to bullshit to the housing comission as to why we didn't wait for their approval before installing the thing. But lying is something that apparently I'm getting good at...., well, comfortable with, if not actually good.
Mikls been very sick and crabby the last few day, and this is coinciding with the onset of what a good friends likes to refer to as "crazy larry". Given that I have just switched birth control pills and that this required crazy larry to prolong his visit for another month, I've been very shitty too. A small price to pay for a very big difference in hormone levels. I've just yelled at Mikl for reading my blog over mty shoulder, which previously I had assumed that he had no knowledge of, and am now angry for no real reason. Should I get another blog? I just got this one... should I stand up for my blog rights and soldier on - if you read someone's diary you can't really get angry for what you read can you? Hmmm. I think I'll go and eat some chocolate. Perhaps this is why the lying is bothering me too. Its just Fucking Crazy Larry on his way.
That afternoon Mikl and I headed out to see loads more places we may rent, and put in applications for one of them. The woman immediately asked us for bond, at which point we had to retract our offer and start telling the truth a little bit, which was that we liked the place but won't know until Monday at the earliest where we want to live. The woman was very nice, and said there were unlikely to be any other applicants for the place and that the owners would most likely love the opportunity to brag that she was renting to a couple of scientists, so we should take our time. Not particularly politically correct or useful to the owner, but very nice fo us.
After several more places we went to mums place OUT WEST to take her very relaxed cat to the vet. Mum freaked out in the car as the cat was mewling in its box, and she felt sorry for it, which was understandable, but the cat was really being quite good I thought. $150 and 2 hours later we arrived back at mum's place where the still sick Mikl had been sleeping his pox off.
Quick change in the car, where myself and a ragged looking Mikl drove out to a friends newly purchased mansion in Truman land, otherwise known as Harrington Park (those annotated names are always a worry), a very outer west Sydney suburb where the heir to the Fairfax fortune purchased a whole chunk of land and has installed a very odd community, with lots of rules about who can live there - no cars over 5 years old and such, to preserve the integrity of the little community sphere. Apparently my good friends qualify, and now have themselves a piece of "perfect paradise", completely with an hour and a half drive to work. Nice house though. After consuming my own body weight in oysters at the local pub, a steak the size of my head, and a bottle of wine, I crawled into the car and started reliving the interview, which apart from my bullshitting episode, went really well. They were actually nice to me, which I think was the thing that caused all the confusion and instigated my 'episode"
The early rain and hangover made me unreliable as a riding parter for Shaz too. And my new bike sat lonely once again in the house, listening to the call of the wild...
In other news, the new and expensive air consitioner has arrived at mum's place, and hopefully will be installed tomorrow. Then we have to bullshit to the housing comission as to why we didn't wait for their approval before installing the thing. But lying is something that apparently I'm getting good at...., well, comfortable with, if not actually good.
Mikls been very sick and crabby the last few day, and this is coinciding with the onset of what a good friends likes to refer to as "crazy larry". Given that I have just switched birth control pills and that this required crazy larry to prolong his visit for another month, I've been very shitty too. A small price to pay for a very big difference in hormone levels. I've just yelled at Mikl for reading my blog over mty shoulder, which previously I had assumed that he had no knowledge of, and am now angry for no real reason. Should I get another blog? I just got this one... should I stand up for my blog rights and soldier on - if you read someone's diary you can't really get angry for what you read can you? Hmmm. I think I'll go and eat some chocolate. Perhaps this is why the lying is bothering me too. Its just Fucking Crazy Larry on his way.
posted by Ness at 3:20 pm
1 Comments:
I don't think it counts on the same level as reading your diary when it's published on the internet. You should give him the wrong name that the blog is under so that he gets really confused when he tries to spy on you.
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