And learn that things sometimes work out in the end.
My experience with flatmates has always been... well, a little [ imagine Psycho theme here] reeee-reeeee-reeee [Psycho theme over; if you're still hearing it, you've got issues].
So what made me think it would be any different this time? Well, perhaps the fact that I've barely met them, and this is just long-distance communication... And yet, already it's reee-reee-reee. Forcing me (and we're coming now to the crux of the matter) to be witheringly, lifetime-scarringly sarcastic. Screwing up, therefore, my chances of someone finding me a home before I actually move.
I'm almost sorry.
So anyway, what this post hasn't mentioned yet is that social gaffes are no longer an obstacle to winning jobs and influencing employers. A change is as good as a feast, as Margo said! The papers are in, the word is on the street, and there's a spring in my step.
Huzzah!
7 comments:
Funny Girl!
mumbai still ?
i see you are still reading milne.
can somewhat identify with your roommates saga.
BTW, moi your superjunior (is there something like that?)...have linked you on my blog...hope u don't mind
Nitai
http://modec.blogdrive.com
congrats...!:)
and you're already having issues with your prospective flatmates...!!! how didja manage that..!!!:)
PS: Thankfully, at this point, I don't think they're prospective flatmates any longer! *phew*
Nitai: I'm honoured. And glad I'm not the only with the dubious distinction of having had strange (read: clinically insane) flatmates!
J: Thank you! I presume you mean funny funny, not funny weird!
Bob: yes, still Mumbai. But not for long. Y tu?
Oi Progga, can I borrow that spring when you are done with it?
Apna hi spring socho.
And did I tell you about some student of mom's, who wrote that a spring balance is something that's put "in sofa seats, for better seating"? HAR!
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