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Man, does life like to confuse the hell out of me sometimes.
I put in an application for the one bedroom place I saw on the weekend, not really expecting to get it, basically covering myself after the mega-long effort it took last time to find a place. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] is still looking for a job, and in fact we have another application for a two bedroom place to put in today.
They just bloody called and offered me the one bedroom place.
Now I don't know what to do. They weren't supposed to offer me the place, I was fully expecting a "sorry, but it's gone to someone else", like I got last year about ten times.
Hmm, I'm going to have to talk to Bounce about this over lunch. :P
Any suggestions on what I should do? I'm not 100% happy about this place, but it's in a wonderful location and it's nice and secure and has a heater and a garden outside my lounge window. I wont' be able to have a washing machine, but there's a laundromat rather close by, and whilst it had an electric stove (yuck!) it does have gas hot water. And I have to admit, having a decision made and not having to worry about where I'm going to be after I get back from Canada would be an enormous relief.
*wibbles*
Help?
I put in an application for the one bedroom place I saw on the weekend, not really expecting to get it, basically covering myself after the mega-long effort it took last time to find a place. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] is still looking for a job, and in fact we have another application for a two bedroom place to put in today.
They just bloody called and offered me the one bedroom place.
Now I don't know what to do. They weren't supposed to offer me the place, I was fully expecting a "sorry, but it's gone to someone else", like I got last year about ten times.
Hmm, I'm going to have to talk to Bounce about this over lunch. :P
Any suggestions on what I should do? I'm not 100% happy about this place, but it's in a wonderful location and it's nice and secure and has a heater and a garden outside my lounge window. I wont' be able to have a washing machine, but there's a laundromat rather close by, and whilst it had an electric stove (yuck!) it does have gas hot water. And I have to admit, having a decision made and not having to worry about where I'm going to be after I get back from Canada would be an enormous relief.
*wibbles*
Help?
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Date: 2003-12-15 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 06:15 pm (UTC)Also, if they're offering you the place now, when are they expecting you to move in and start paying rent? If you've still got a month-and-a-half left in the old place, it could still be a bit early.
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Date: 2003-12-15 07:27 pm (UTC)I guess I'm not wanting to annoy the agents by saying "oh, I actually don't want it now", since Billings and Scott run most the St Kilda rental market.
Something else has also come up that might help with the deciding. More later.
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Date: 2003-12-15 08:18 pm (UTC)Also, am redwine drunk. Dex doesn't believe me that you don't get maudlin when we drink red wine together. He's a big - playing grand thief auto- silly.
Mmm. Wine and bikkies. Choc-chip. Nummy.
-Mel Of Rthe Jungle.
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Date: 2003-12-15 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-15 09:39 pm (UTC)Dude. I'm very tired now.
Also. Wine! With Rossi! Haha! I think I have a new fixation.
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Date: 2003-12-15 09:49 pm (UTC)On the other hand, red wine bath... two of my favourite things in one! Bring on the cheap red!
Mmmm, sticky.
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Date: 2003-12-15 06:20 pm (UTC)For my on personal bit of persepctive: Is it a ground floor? I'm not keen on grounders (says the girl with the experience of a single apartment) because 1.) anytime it rains we're flooded with whatever insect that is currently in season trying to flee inside. I've had to reach a no-kill agreement with all of the spiders ringing my bedroom windows. They continue to kill everything all the bugs and leave me be, and I don't squish them. Happily they're the small, non-crunchy kind. 2.) In the last two years I've had too many random people sitting on my patio, masturbating outside my windows and littering all the hell over the place for my own happiness. Next time I'll be finding somewhere to live that is conderably above street level, even if it means having to leave my piano at home for another few years.