I'm hoping...

That this marks the end of lots of evil annoyances that have plagued me this week... I slopped into work this morning with luggage and all... and then realised that I left my phone at home.

It gets better when I realised I've got to work over the weekend and on my day off when I'm supposed to be relaxing... and therefore now have to slog all the way back home to get my phone with luggage and the bloody laptop.

fucking kill me.

I am...

mostly very happy today... exhausted but happy!

The move went well but there is still a lot to do as the owner of the flat didn't have it cleaned properly and the estate agent called in her cleaning crew who ended up arriving at the same time as us... needless to say... most of our stuff is not in the flat yet, but moreso in the hall and the storage room (future painting studio)... that bit will happen when I get in from work tonight... if I ever get out of here... Working right after a move is VERY challenging... My face feels like it's on fire... or like I've been sitting in front of a fire for the past few hours... not a good thing, I'm just hoping it's exhaustion rather than the early onset of the flu... the flu is not something I'm keen on having as that would hamper my plans for Saturday in the most spectacular way!

I forgot what it feels like having a proper home and your own room... Guess maybe i'll feel a little less displaced as I have been in the past few months.

yipee!

And for my next trick...

I managed to gaff yet another booking… no no not on the flight to Barcelona in June… That was sorted and I’m still quite sore about it… as the ticket was non adjustable… so I ended up being saved by sqeezy jet and getting a return for 50£ extra from them… not that I really fancy returning to England… but hey, we play the game…. But lets focus now, and get back to my latest trick…

I booked my flight to Majorca this weekend to visit the boi… he’s shooting a documentary over there… I get my friend to double check that I’ve filled in everything correctly… it’s all good, and I press submit… but wait. Oh look the confirmation letter states that I’m being issued a paper ticket (do they still exist!?!?!) and that it’s being sent to my billing address which is my old flat (where I’ve not lived for the past 3 months!!!!). Twenty minutes on the phone to the booking people and they tell me that they ‘hope’ they can catch the tickets before they’re dispatched and get them sent to my office instead… I smell trouble… these things come in threes don’t they? More drama will surely ensue.

The move is on for tomorrow! Three months of homelessness (very cushy homelessness may I add) will soon be over and we’ll be safely installed into the new abode in the wilds of west London…

*closes eyes and jumps into the unknown*

Your know it’s going to be a great week when…

When you’re chuffed that you and your mate booked flights to bcn for Sonar in June… at bargain prices…

You soon realize that it’s going to be a crap week when…

You’re filling out your holiday request form and realize that the tickets were booked on the wrong dates… and you will most likely incur 50£ penalty per passenger… if they even let us amend the booking… and that it’s most likely that we’ll have to re-book completely and it will probably mean that we’ll have to pay the full price again! That, sucks. I hate when life is fickle.

I’m going to crawl into a hole now and not come out for a long long time.

On another note… pole dancing hurts a lot and it bruises a lot… I’ve got total respect for the ladies that do it for a living… clearly it’s not my calling… booking incorrect flights seems to be much more of a forte for me.

The move looks to be on for Wednesday… we’ll see if I manage to organize that one properly.