Classic Stress Dream

Life has been interesting lately.  Yesterday the packers and removalists pulled out on us claiming miscommunication on timings and payments - which was bollocks. A stressful few hours later Stephen had found replacements, but now the packers and coming today so the move wont happen until after lunch.

Last night after a break from packing at 10:30pm we drove out for a bite to eat and I discovered one of my car's wheels is making a strange noise - I need to get that looked at this morning before anything else happens.

After wanting us out with two weeks notice in January, the owners are now playing hardball with us breaking the lease so I will be paying double rent now for at least the next four weeks.  We've held two open houses and not a single application has been put in yet.  How the hell I can afford to pay rent on both places when the reason I am moving is I cannot afford the rent on this place alone is frankly beyond me.

I'm working my guts out at work, taken on higher duties, put myself back into a supervisory role and of course management want to use me to sort out a branch with a poisonous culture. I've spent at least five hours of personal time this week counselling staff.  I was up at 6am yesterday morning writing confidential reports to management.  This is over and above the normal stresses of meeting the deadlines of two different jobs simultaneously and all for a lousy $200 over my normal pay packet.

I haven't slept more than 4 hours a night this week. I've been getting weepy at the drop of a hat here at home.  Is it any wonder this morning after being awake for hours I dropped off into a small stress dream.

I was four years old and at a huge family picnic. I was holding a plate of food and looking around. All the adults were doing a multitude of tasks at the same time, one aunt had a baby on her hip and was serving lunch to another child; an uncle was getting drinks while keeping an eye on some kids swimming etc etc. And the noise was deafening. Kids screaming with laughter and playing chaseys the adults all yelling to be heard above the din.

One aunt looked down at me and asked of I would like pepper on my lunch. I looked at my plate and most of the food (including all of the really good bits) were gone.  I looked up and wailed: Where's My Lunch ?????

I woke up crying.  Tears streaming down my face, huge sobs wracking my body, my cheeks and mouth quivering like chipmunks .... even now I have tears rolling down my face just writing about it, it affected me so much.

If I had the time and energy I'm sure I could analyse the dream into the losses in my life, feeling overwhelmed etc etc.

But to be honest, I have neither the energy nor the time.  Its now time to turn the PC off, pack it away, and start sorting out the kitchen before the packers come to do the fragile bits. At 8:30am I can ring the garage and take the car down and hope its nothing major.

Catch you all when I have internet again.  My phone is still working so I can txt and twitter.

House - we haz one!

Not sure how long the link will work, but we were accepted on this property an hour ago.

Unfortunately we can't move in for another four weeks.

That means Trubs in the cattery for another four weeks.
Being without my cross stitch or any other stuff for four weeks.

Oh well.

At least we have one - and it is a house that both Stephen and I loved the feel of as we walked through it.  It has everything we wanted (except a dishwasher) and we know we will love it there.

First REAL Day in Perth

Thursday Trubs and I arrived very tired and I kinda zombied my way through the day.  Friday however, was a whole nother day!

Friday I lined up house viewings - 3 today, 2 on Monday and at least one more next Wednesday.

I finalised outstanding matters on the old place so I should be placing documents on Tuesday to get my bond returned.

I also found out I have a job interview for a very good job next Thursday!  I applied for this job a couple of weeks ago.

So things are looking very positive this Saturday morning :) :) :)

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE !!!!!!!!

Guess what ???

I got it! I got it! I got it !!! I got the scrummy house I wanted !!!!!! I collect the keys and start moving in on Wednesday 26 July.

I leave this crappy place and these crappy neighbours forever on Tuesday 1 August! I can't believe the real estate has it listed already !!!!!

The timetable is as follows:
Now until Tues 25th - work, sleep, de-clutter and pack.
Wed 26th - collect keys, go check it out and fill in inspection report. Mum arrives Wed pm.
Thurs - Mum and I go shopping for a new bed for me (and possibly some other furniture)
Fri & Sat - move all the furniture and boxes.
Sun - working !!! Can't knock back 4.5 hours of double-time.
Mon - clean the old place.
Tues - get the carpets dry cleaned, pass final inspection, hand over keys and kiss this neighbourhood goodbye forever !!!!

Wed-Fri - unpack, stitch and relax before returning to normal work on Saturday 5 August.

House hunting

Oh this process is wearing on sooooo long - its wearing me down!

Here's a link to the house that I really really wanted *eight* weeks ago! They still haven't accepted any tenants! You would have thought that 8 weeks worth of rent would have been worth whatever damage they thought my cat could do .... sigh.

Here 's a link to the property that I turned down .... it says 2 bedroom home, but it actually has an upstairs and a downstairs. The upstairs is the place in the advert. The owners want to use the downstairs for their own private use, to come and go as they please, and to do what they want with the grounds, back yard etc as they please. No thanks!

And finally here's a link to the house I'm going to view Monday in my lunch break ... its in the right area, bush setting, only 5 mins drive to work, near friends, and looks gorgeous. I'm going to do a swing by this afternoon after I finish work and just check out where the house is in relation to the street - and how many steps it has! Cross your fingers for me please !!!!!!

House hunting

Well I've just been reminded that I've been a bit quiet - so here's the latest update on my saga of house hunting.

As you know, 6 weeks ago I found the *perfect* house in the *perfect* location for the right money etc etc and they turned me down because of Trubby - apparently the owners had hassle's with a tenant who had a dog - and now wont even allow goldfish - stupid people Grrrr!

Finally, this last Friday, I think I've found something as good - but in a different way. Its a similar-sized house, its further away from work but the rent is cheaper so the money still works out. But mainly the new place has the same sort of really good vibe. You know like when you walk into a house for the first time and it feels like you are coming home ....

The views out the front are jaw-droppingly good for this part of the world! Its on a quiet street - no through traffic, no yobbos - ah bliss!

The downside is that it is a pole house in the side of a hill - so you have to walk up what seems hundreds of stairs to go into the back door - the views out the front are utterly magnificent - though - once I figure out how to move everything in.

Its only two bedrooms but that's enough space for me. Paul and I don;t want to co-habit which is good! Sharing bills and having someone else comment on where yo spend your money is not good for a relationship .... in my opinion :):)

I put an application in on Saturday morning before being called into work to relieve someone who was heading home sick. On Saturday afternoon Paul and I headed out to the place again to get a better feel for the actually practicalities of moving large pieces of furniture and my never-ending boxes of books up those stairs. That's when we noticed it ....

The house is built in two sections one have over the other - like two stories but the top layer pushed back into the hill. Well I'm renting out the top layer. We were assured by the real estate agent that the lower level was used by the owners for storage purposes only. You can see where this is going ....

Yes we noticed the lower floor has someone actually living in it! There was a bed, with rumpled bed clothes, dishes in the sink, a fry pan toaster etc in clear view ..... and worst of all there was a full ashtray of cigarette butts on a chair on the open porch.

Some of my best friends are smokers. I know what to expect when I visit their homes and that's cool. But I'm not a smoker, and I really can;t stand second-hand cigarette smoke wafting in my front doors from next door. Its one of the most annoying parts of my current neighbours! I cannot open any of my front or side windows, because they smoke outside their front porch constantly day and night - chain smoking whenever they are home - and it sickens me to have my furniture and my stuff inside my house stinking of their cigarette smoke !!!!

Anyway, I was rung by the Real Estate this morning at 9:45am (we had a public holiday yesterday so I reckoned they probably spend a whole hour checking my application before ringing me) and advised me my application was successful. The house was mine when do I want to come and pay the bond?

I stated that I would like some answers first before I accepted the place. I explained what I saw and asked what the deal was. The RE agent was completely flustered. They knew nothing about this! The owners have not sublet it via *their* RE agency - it must be the owners themselves!

Well, I asked, am I renting the whole property or just the top floor - will I get the courtesy of written notification by the owners before they enter the property - or are they free to come and go or even live in the lower story if they so choose? Oh no, says the RE agent, they wouldn't do something like that! Can you get that in writing me, I ask. Certainly says the agent, I will call the owners get right back to you.

That was at 9:45am this morning. Its now close to 9:45pm .... I still haven't received that call ....