Appreciation
I'd just like to take a moment to show my appreciation for the highly reasonable shop that is..
Seriously, this place is awesome. Everything is priced in pennies (that is to say, I didn't find much over £1, unless it was like major brand stuffs), and although it looks like a Pet Shop from the outside, it isn't (I consider the Pet-Shop-Lookalike factor to be an advantage - who doesn't want to go grocery shopping in a store that looks like it caters for your pet dog?). I went to Netto in my desperation to do something half creative with a pack of mince that, left much longer, would have been festering in the fridge. I came out with a tin of tomatoes, a tube of tomato puree and a can of kidney beans, and the whole lot cost under 50p. You have to admit, that's pretty awesome.
What's even awesomer (there needs to be a word for that) is that with a small pack of mince, a tin of chopped tomatoes, half a can of kidney beans, a small pack of mushrooms and a few squirts of tomato puree, I made 5 meals. Woo me.
Carrying on with the good news, today our Landlord came to visit the house to check the comments we had made on the inventory. I was actually terrified that I'd be left with a note saying "deal with the fish" since, technically, we're not supposed to have pets, but actually the prognosis for our troublesome house is good. The fridge is getting a new seal, we're getting a burglar alarm and a step ladder (woo!! no more shortness issues!) and.. i'm getting a new mattress. No news on the washing machine (or should we say, festering mould farm), and some slightly confused news about damp in a room upstairs (I wasn't about, so I got all the info second hand), but two new mattresses, an alarm and a step ladder is a pretty good haul for a day's work.
Other funniness got my through the day with my first Staging Histories class. This could have been really un-funny, since on the timetable it's scheduled to run until 11:30, and on arrival we were told it was actually going to last until 12. This wouldn't normally be such an issue, but I had that interview scheduled for 1 and I'd planned on going home in between to get changed and half presentable. So there I sat, in possibly my baggiest pair of jeans and a hoodie thinking, "crap". Another reason for potential unfunniness is that Fiona, a tutor I encountered on my Stage Management module last year, is teaching the class, and although she's really lovely and incredibly full of knowledge, she does have the tendency to ramble a bit. However, in the correct, sleep deprived state, this can become very funny. Hence the hilarity that seems a little misplaced.
The truly great part of this lesson was not, however, supposed to be in the lesson (which isn't really unusual, I'm sure). No, after our 20 minutes break (which, technically, we're not supposed to have, thanks Fiona), we returned to the room full of dread, since we'd already sat through an hour and half of rambling about Theatre History when we were told that wasn't what we were going to learn about. Instead of the expected continued rambling, she opened a kind of forum for us to discuss. And boy did we discuss. The hot topic of today was "the majority of theatre that theatre students and people studying the art produce is not suitable for the general public, as nine times out of ten they don't get it". Sounds funny? Not really, no. HOWEVER, what was hilarious was that while the people in each camp getting more and more frustrated with each other to the point where they were shouting across the room, Fiona was standing in the middle of the room looking from one side to the other like she was in a tennis match. A very scary one.
Ever heard the word "luvvie" used in anger? I have now, and my goodness it's funny.
On the job interview, I wasn't able to go in the end, so I rang up to apologise and reschedule. Unfortunately, they weren't willing to offer me another one, so I've missed out there. If any one's been talking to me about this job, they'll know that I was a bit dubious about the offer, so this is probably a blessing in disguise anyway. Here's hoping I'll hear from somewhere else soon, eh?
In fish news, I'm not feeding them lettuce any more. I've spent about an hour trying to fish all of the left over bits out of the tank, so they're not getting any more. There's lots of seaweedy stuff in their food anyway, so I'm sure they'll be fine. Pips doesn't seem to be quite so crazy any more, and both fishies seem to have got used to their environment and aren't even scared of the light any more! They even recognise me to the point they know I mean food, and they get all excited when they see me now - so cute!
Today's cute fish picture:
Seriously, this place is awesome. Everything is priced in pennies (that is to say, I didn't find much over £1, unless it was like major brand stuffs), and although it looks like a Pet Shop from the outside, it isn't (I consider the Pet-Shop-Lookalike factor to be an advantage - who doesn't want to go grocery shopping in a store that looks like it caters for your pet dog?). I went to Netto in my desperation to do something half creative with a pack of mince that, left much longer, would have been festering in the fridge. I came out with a tin of tomatoes, a tube of tomato puree and a can of kidney beans, and the whole lot cost under 50p. You have to admit, that's pretty awesome.
What's even awesomer (there needs to be a word for that) is that with a small pack of mince, a tin of chopped tomatoes, half a can of kidney beans, a small pack of mushrooms and a few squirts of tomato puree, I made 5 meals. Woo me.
Carrying on with the good news, today our Landlord came to visit the house to check the comments we had made on the inventory. I was actually terrified that I'd be left with a note saying "deal with the fish" since, technically, we're not supposed to have pets, but actually the prognosis for our troublesome house is good. The fridge is getting a new seal, we're getting a burglar alarm and a step ladder (woo!! no more shortness issues!) and.. i'm getting a new mattress. No news on the washing machine (or should we say, festering mould farm), and some slightly confused news about damp in a room upstairs (I wasn't about, so I got all the info second hand), but two new mattresses, an alarm and a step ladder is a pretty good haul for a day's work.
Other funniness got my through the day with my first Staging Histories class. This could have been really un-funny, since on the timetable it's scheduled to run until 11:30, and on arrival we were told it was actually going to last until 12. This wouldn't normally be such an issue, but I had that interview scheduled for 1 and I'd planned on going home in between to get changed and half presentable. So there I sat, in possibly my baggiest pair of jeans and a hoodie thinking, "crap". Another reason for potential unfunniness is that Fiona, a tutor I encountered on my Stage Management module last year, is teaching the class, and although she's really lovely and incredibly full of knowledge, she does have the tendency to ramble a bit. However, in the correct, sleep deprived state, this can become very funny. Hence the hilarity that seems a little misplaced.
The truly great part of this lesson was not, however, supposed to be in the lesson (which isn't really unusual, I'm sure). No, after our 20 minutes break (which, technically, we're not supposed to have, thanks Fiona), we returned to the room full of dread, since we'd already sat through an hour and half of rambling about Theatre History when we were told that wasn't what we were going to learn about. Instead of the expected continued rambling, she opened a kind of forum for us to discuss. And boy did we discuss. The hot topic of today was "the majority of theatre that theatre students and people studying the art produce is not suitable for the general public, as nine times out of ten they don't get it". Sounds funny? Not really, no. HOWEVER, what was hilarious was that while the people in each camp getting more and more frustrated with each other to the point where they were shouting across the room, Fiona was standing in the middle of the room looking from one side to the other like she was in a tennis match. A very scary one.
Ever heard the word "luvvie" used in anger? I have now, and my goodness it's funny.
On the job interview, I wasn't able to go in the end, so I rang up to apologise and reschedule. Unfortunately, they weren't willing to offer me another one, so I've missed out there. If any one's been talking to me about this job, they'll know that I was a bit dubious about the offer, so this is probably a blessing in disguise anyway. Here's hoping I'll hear from somewhere else soon, eh?
In fish news, I'm not feeding them lettuce any more. I've spent about an hour trying to fish all of the left over bits out of the tank, so they're not getting any more. There's lots of seaweedy stuff in their food anyway, so I'm sure they'll be fine. Pips doesn't seem to be quite so crazy any more, and both fishies seem to have got used to their environment and aren't even scared of the light any more! They even recognise me to the point they know I mean food, and they get all excited when they see me now - so cute!
Today's cute fish picture:
This entry was posted
on Friday, September 28, 2007 at 3:05 pm.
You can skip to the end and leave a response.
Kai looks very coot, i hope hes not ill :(
» Post a Comment