Starting to lose it
Looking for a flat here is harder than looking for a job as ridiculous as it may sound. Nice places with more than 20 people interested, ugly places with more than 20 people interested, and not interestingly enough, places inhabited by weirdos from with the 20 people that were interested run.
I love the MC girls, but at this point I am literraly missing a bed too much. Missing a place to keep my stuff too much. I have no idea what I'd do without them. Yet I am exhausted of the routine of working 8-9 hours, and maybe an extra to make it 10 before I can get lost in the city for a good couple of hours and see one or two places.
Going for a third week of flat hunting with no luck, and as the work load is exponentially increasing there is less and less time to do things like flat hunting or the bureaucratic stuff the Irish government is coming up with.
Today I have the surprise... as I dont have my social security number for which they will take God knows how long, they will take 50% of my salary, which they will kindly return by the end of the year.
Not having a flat makes the whole full schedule I have from now and untill Christmas and all the paper work something worrying.
I keep trying to think that fate will bring me the perfect place to live. But in reality, my expectations are getting reduced to almost nothing as I can have a room I can call my territory or Irish base.
Mich is coming also from Rotterdam for the weekend, but amongst the AIESEC fellowship it all gets sorted.
Fun and some chilling is on the way... I hope.
I love the MC girls, but at this point I am literraly missing a bed too much. Missing a place to keep my stuff too much. I have no idea what I'd do without them. Yet I am exhausted of the routine of working 8-9 hours, and maybe an extra to make it 10 before I can get lost in the city for a good couple of hours and see one or two places.
Going for a third week of flat hunting with no luck, and as the work load is exponentially increasing there is less and less time to do things like flat hunting or the bureaucratic stuff the Irish government is coming up with.
Today I have the surprise... as I dont have my social security number for which they will take God knows how long, they will take 50% of my salary, which they will kindly return by the end of the year.
Not having a flat makes the whole full schedule I have from now and untill Christmas and all the paper work something worrying.
I keep trying to think that fate will bring me the perfect place to live. But in reality, my expectations are getting reduced to almost nothing as I can have a room I can call my territory or Irish base.
Mich is coming also from Rotterdam for the weekend, but amongst the AIESEC fellowship it all gets sorted.
Fun and some chilling is on the way... I hope.
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