Finally, everything has slowed... down. The deadlines are almost up. I have a new computer to do uni work on. There aren't any problems straight ahead of me and all in all, things are calm. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised I even managed to make it through. Real life isn't exactly my forte. Now everything just seems peaceful and it's actually quite relaxing... and unnerving. And yes, it is possible to feel both of those at the same time. It's a nice change of pace but it's almost a sudden one. I'm not even out of the woods yet, deadlines are up next week! So why am I feeling so calm about it?
Maybe it's because I've just accepted my impending doom. Or perhaps I've reached a certain level of zen which only being stressed can push you towards. It's like all of my worries have faded away, and all I have to do really is focus on this blog post -- whist is actually brilliant! Not the post, I'll let you judge that, just typing it and being able to chill for once.
Things are going slowly and for once (sorry Sonic), that's a good thing.
Thursday, 27 April 2017
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Adult Life
Alright, it's official. I'm an adult. I've been an 'adult' for the past year or so, but now I feel as though I've earned that title. You're not an adult until your gas gets cut off, the washing machine leaks everywhere and the electricity goes down as a result. Only once you've had and dealt with problems, then you're an adult.
I wasn't ready for any of that kind of stuff. I've only read about problems such as those in stories and fairytales; I've never had to deal with it myself. It all started last Thursday. Trying to cook dinner, and the gas hobs simply won't light. Nope. Nada. I pulled on my shoes and trudged outside to investigate the meter. Yep, £0.00 on. Fair enough, I've had this happen before. Off to the Co-op to top up. I go there, pay my £15, come back, and... £0.00 on. This isn't funny, meter.
So, I phone up British Gas, and they've sent a message to the Co-op. Perfect. Only, they haven't, because although the Co-op have asked to be taken off the British Gas database, they're stuck on there, receiving non-existent messages. Triffic. Another phone call to British Gas and they're sending a card in the mail. It should arrive tomorrow. That's one problem sorted!
Then the washing machine starts flashing. No, not like that, but the little red light that means there's a problem. Inside, the clothes are all sitting in a puddle of pink water. Lovely. Each one is at least two times heavier than it used to be. They drip all over the lino, the carpet, and eventually I just dump them in the bathtub to give the floor a break. The next few hours are spent handwashing all of them in the bathtub, wringing them out and hanging them up.
Everything's okay, though, as the landlord has ordered a new washing machine! They didn't even send anyone round to see what was wrong with the old one, or to measure the gap. They must be professional. It shows up, but the people from AO don't install it. No, they're only here to deliver it. It'll be installed by some other people later. So right now, there's a washing machine sitting in the middle of my front room, and it was only today I realised that it's 88cm tall, polystyrene inclusive. The old washing machine that doesn't work is 85cm tall. It's not going to fit.
It's not going to fit. But hey, at least the gas card turned up, working fine. Maybe the washing machine will shrink when the polystyrene is removed?
I wasn't ready for any of that kind of stuff. I've only read about problems such as those in stories and fairytales; I've never had to deal with it myself. It all started last Thursday. Trying to cook dinner, and the gas hobs simply won't light. Nope. Nada. I pulled on my shoes and trudged outside to investigate the meter. Yep, £0.00 on. Fair enough, I've had this happen before. Off to the Co-op to top up. I go there, pay my £15, come back, and... £0.00 on. This isn't funny, meter.
So, I phone up British Gas, and they've sent a message to the Co-op. Perfect. Only, they haven't, because although the Co-op have asked to be taken off the British Gas database, they're stuck on there, receiving non-existent messages. Triffic. Another phone call to British Gas and they're sending a card in the mail. It should arrive tomorrow. That's one problem sorted!
Then the washing machine starts flashing. No, not like that, but the little red light that means there's a problem. Inside, the clothes are all sitting in a puddle of pink water. Lovely. Each one is at least two times heavier than it used to be. They drip all over the lino, the carpet, and eventually I just dump them in the bathtub to give the floor a break. The next few hours are spent handwashing all of them in the bathtub, wringing them out and hanging them up.
Everything's okay, though, as the landlord has ordered a new washing machine! They didn't even send anyone round to see what was wrong with the old one, or to measure the gap. They must be professional. It shows up, but the people from AO don't install it. No, they're only here to deliver it. It'll be installed by some other people later. So right now, there's a washing machine sitting in the middle of my front room, and it was only today I realised that it's 88cm tall, polystyrene inclusive. The old washing machine that doesn't work is 85cm tall. It's not going to fit.
It's not going to fit. But hey, at least the gas card turned up, working fine. Maybe the washing machine will shrink when the polystyrene is removed?
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