Lonely

This isn't the way it's meant to be! Living with the Boy is supposed to be full of laughing and crazy sex whenever we want it, but in reality, since I started my job we've had one day together where neither of us was working and on that day I got drunk and fell asleep in the spare room, thus wasting our precious moments of free time. To make it even more irritating, the Boy is at present in Scotland. Where is it that I wanted to go home to but can't afford time off/ train tickets? Oh yes! Scotland!
Ah well, the boy is back on Saturday and I do believe that we both have Sunday off, so maybe I shall resure domestic goddess status (I admit I've not retained that title in his absence) and cook us Sunday lunch.

So, since being in Salford I have so far managed to escape altercations with the legendary chav population, although I have not managed to walk through Salford alone without being wolf whistled or beeped at. I do not believe, however (unfortunately) that this means I have become more attractive, as one of these times I was in my pyjamas with no makeup on (shuttup, I was going to the shop to buy butter for my breakfast toast).

Tuesday night was my first night out with my new work mates, a scary prospect indeed, however I braved it in an attempt to actually make some friends and I had a lot of fun although I was ridiculed for my dislike of Oasis. I do think that I may have to make an effort to drag the boy out to somewhere slightly different one night though, as I'm getting to the point that if I have to hear any more generic indie music I may just explode. Unfortunate since I am working in an indie club four nights this week and five nights next week.

Anyway, paranoia that the Boy might turn up earlier than expected and find the house in its current state means I must go and attempt to tidy up.

So, lots has happened since Iast wrote anything, whether it is of any interest to anyone other than me is another matter. I shall write it down anyway, in nothing like the correct order.

I did get the job in the club after all, so from now on, I am Nicki The Barmaid, exciting stuff. Five nights a week I will be found serving alcohol to drunken students and stumbling in at stupid o'clock. Okay, so the second part is nothing new, but it's going to be a bit of a shock to the system staying sober at those hours of the day.

Today I had an interview for another job (this time working the weekends), well, actually the interview was meant to be yesterday but I got locked inside the house all day yesterday (note to self: check your house keys work before the boy goes off to work in Nottingham). My god, you'd think I was applying for the SAS with the number of questions they asked. And what questions, they quizzed me on technical matters of outdoor pursuits (the interview was at North Face, outdoorsy type shop) and my involvement in said pursuits. Thank god for my first high school where skiing and other cold and challenging things were compulsory. Anyway, after I breathed a sigh of relief at getting through the questioning in tact, I was informed that I shall hear "shortly" whether I have reached the second interview stage... I almost died at the thought of going trough that again, but we will see if it comes to that.
It does seem a little ridiculous that if I get this second job, then between the two of us, the boy and I will have six jobs.

On the way home from the interview I got caught in a thunderstorm, it was rather exciting, and sounded like someone rolling a bowling ball around the sky, there were incredible black clouds and even a cartoon-style lightning bolt or two. Magical.

Our little house is really coming together now, all that is left to purchase are bins for the bathroom and kitchen which I believe we are buying tomorrow. I finally completed my quest for a cutlery tray for our cutlery drawer today, I never thought it would be so hard to find something so simple! We even have painted canvases hanging in the stairwell which I feel have elevated our status to true pretention.

Anyway, I'm off to unload the washing machine and wash up before the boy returns from Whereverthehellhesworkingtoday. I am a Domestic Goddess.

I've landed...

So, first full day in Salford, the chav count is surprisingly low so far (I'm almost disappointed that nobody has threatened to cut me up yet). The house is actually really nice (try as I might I could not help but imagine it would be a shit-hole). Of course no new house is complete without a few random expensive buys. Mine being a little more expensive than the norm: a shelf from Ikea (acceptable at £20) and a brand new beautiful funky and shiny imac, coming in at a not-quite-so-sensible £1200. Yes I got reeled in by the sales patter and parted with an extra £300 of my money for an extra four inches of screen. The logic that the salesman drip-fed me was that I was upgrading for the sake of the graphic design part of my course so should get the best machine for my money. This all made sense in the shiny whiteness of the shop, from the shiny white toothed salesman, however I now wonder if I maybe went a little mad. This computer is an utter beast, takes up two thirds of my desk and is a little complicated for my small brain to fathom (luckily the boy is only too happy to help out setting it up, I think he really just wants to play with the new toy). But nobody can deny that my new computer is bloody cool, even if it makes the boy swear more than normal.

I had a job interview today, one of those annoying ones where the interviewer makes all the right noises at you but gives nothing away about whether you've actually got the job. I shall find out by Friday apparently. I'd really like to get this job, and only half of the reason for that is that I can't be bothered handing out more CVs.

Anyway, off to finish unpacking and start to re-download my whole music collection onto my new computer.