Ah-Ha!

Partial success at last! This morning I got a call from another temp agency! I haven't been placed yet, but I did do a phone interview, which is good. And I think it went pretty well for still being half asleep... why someone would choose to call before 9:30 am is above me, I can tell you that! I did a major internet spread of my CV yesterday because it was disgusting outside, so hopefully it will result in a couple more calls. All-in-all a pretty good way to start the morning!

Another awesome thing is I'M GOING TO SCOTLAND! Yay! I am super pumped. I'm going with some of my friends from here, and it is going to be some fun times, I can tell you that, Not really sure what we are going to do (I was half asleep when we were discussing it) but it will be fun. And only €30 round-trip to fly! How amazing is that?

And yet another thing that is fabulous- acupuncture. I am in love. It is fab. I had my first day of no pain in my lower back, and I was in heaven. Definitely going back.

So, things are looking up. Still going to need to get a job before things are really good though. But I'm praying and hoping, and doing all that I can.

Sorry I've been MIA...

My life is just a little repetitive lately. I feel as if nothing new or interesting has happened...
But, I do have a house now! It is super cute, withing walking distance of everything, and is in a safe area. So that is good.

Still no luck on the job front. I'm hoping to get some phone calls this week. I have to take the day off tomorrow to register with the Garda, and to register for my PPS number. I'm going to go to register really early, so that hopefully I will still have the afternoon to go job searching, although I'm getting really sick of it. I have found that I'm starting to walk a little slower, and start my day a little later. I'm just getting really discouraged. Oh well, something will come up.

On another note, I'm going for acupuncture on Thursday. I'm actually really excited. I hope that it will take some of my back and neck pain away. And I want to say that I go for acupuncture. Cause its cool. ;) But really, I just want to not always be in pain. That would be nice.

I should re-title this blog...

to "aches and pains of my 80-year-old body"

I am sore. My back does NOT like living in a hostel. and my ankles do not like cobblestones. Especially when I am job hunting, because I have to wear my flats instead of my runners. Crappy.

So, other that the fact that I hurt all over, and that I feel like doing nothing but lying down, things are going good. The girls in my room at the hostel are fabulous. It's too bad that I had to move out today. :( We had some good times though. And, I am now on the 2nd floor! Yay! Less stairs!

No luck so far on the job front, and still waiting for a phone call from the cottage that I really want. Going to view a couple more flats this weekend. So, if I don't get this one, I will be upset, but it won't be the end of the world. And I've worked out my budget, so I figure I can survive until the end of August, (as long as I get out of this hostel $$$) before I run out of money. But that is worst-case scenario. Hopefully I will be able to find a job sometime next week. I have only been here for 10 days, and only job hunting for 5 days of that, so I just have to give it time.

So, in order to pamper myself, and make me feel better, I am going to find a chiropractor on monday. Hopefully I will be more optimistic and eager when I'm not in pain.

Thanks for reading to the complaints of the luckiest girl in the world.

Flat hunting

So, officially a super awkward thing to do- flat-share hunting. Why? Because in a flat-share, there are generally people living there. So, that means that when you are going to look at rooms, you are poking about in peoples living spaces. They are there making a sandwich, and you are checking for mold in the fridge and all sorts of other strange things.
I just hope I can find something soon, because I am sick of living in a hostel. Sure, its nice to always have someone to talk to, but it sucks that the most privacy you can get is having a shower. And some of the people who are living at the hostel are CRAZY. Like, certifiably mentally insane, I'm sure.
But. I am looking at flats today and tomorrow, and days after that too, if I don't find something soon. And I have an interview tomorrow! Wish me luck!

Officially homesick.

I miss my bed. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my cats. I miss my truck. I miss my jobs.

I went out pavement pounding today, and just got a bunch of people saying "we aren't hiring right now, and we don't take CVs when we aren't hiring, but come back in a couple weeks and we will be hiring then!" Lame.

Haven't found a place to live yet. Hopefully by the end of the week. Ugh.

And, I think my body is protesting my move. Everything hurts. And I have random bruises that I have no clue where I got. I think that my mind is latching on all these things that are going wrong, and is saying "this wouldn't have happened if you would have just stayed home like a good girl! Now you must suffer!"

Don't get me wrong. I am having fun. A lot of fun. But right now, I feel like I want to whine. This whole being in limbo thing really isn't sitting well with me. I just hope I can find a job and a place to live soon, then I can go traveling and get my mind in a better place.

Read these from bottom to top- June 07/09

So, now that I have time, I am writing everything that happened these past few days. I did write them as they happened, but didn't put them on my computer. So I started from getting here, and now am on sunday. Which I didn't write anything about. Because I did nothing. Couldn't job hunt, not feeling well, just, well, blah.

I am a drowned rat. - June 6/09

Today we went to Howth. Big Mistake. It was pouring. It is a beautiful town, but hard to see when your hair is plastered over your eyes. We tried to make it worth the 5 euro ticket, but after running from shelter to shelter and getting no where, we decided that we would return on a slightly less miserable day.
But I still love the rain. Which is good, seeing as I moved to Ireland.

In the evening I went over to the cute little cottage some friends of mine are staying in, and we ate a good comfort food supper. Pasta, bread, and salad. So good. Then, just when my afro (thats what happens when I do nothing with it) was dry, I had to go back out in the rain to catch the DART back to my hostel.

I highly doubt I will ever underestimate Irish weather ever again. And I will begin to check the weather report. Religiously. Every 10 minutes.

Not Much Happens These Days- June 04/09, June 05/09

June 04/09

Spent the entire day changing my Canadian Resume into an Irish CV. Kill me now. Oh! And went to a really good vegetarian indian place down by Grafton Street, I don't remember where we were! It wasn't as good as home cooking, but it was up there!


June 05/09

I dropped off a couple of CVs today, but didn't really do that much, because all of the stores I went into were super busy. So instead, I came back to the hostel and surfed Daft for roughly 3 hours. Not much came of that, but I think there were some good leads, there.
And I FINALLY got a new converter! (Back story- bought a converter a couple of days ago that doesn't convert. So basically a 30 Euro paperweight)


And that's all.

Orientation- June 3/09

Today I had my orientation at USIT. Unfortunatly, it made me feel like I was back in school again, because it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL outside, and we were inside in a hot, stuffy room, listening to someone tell us everything we needed to do. I tried my hardest, but I think I tuned out about 3/4 through. But that is what the pack of papers they gave us was for!

A couple girls I met at the orientation and I went out for drinks afterwards. We went to the Q bar I think? And we also went to the Hairy Lemon. That pub was so cool. It just felt like it had seen so much. Pity that the bathroom officially failed as a bathroom, but that brought on quite a few laughs.

All in all, I'm really excited to be here. I can't wait to see what this beautiful city has in store for me.

On the Plane- June 02/2009

Hardest and most exciting day of my life. Having to say good bye to all my friends and family and my clothes, but going to Dublin. Its not that I’m having second thoughts or anything, it’s just that it is a hard transition. Very bittersweet. I’ll probably feel better about it when I get a decent nights sleep, meaning one that is not on an airplane. I don’t do well without sleep. Which is why I’m not a morning person. But back to my morning. On Sunday, I woke up at 10:30, had a shower, had lunch with some of my friends, went and took some pictures, ate ice cream, packed, packed, gave clothes away, packed, then went to say goodbye to my uncle, my cousins, and my grandparents. I was fine, I didn’t cry, and then I saw a tear in the corner of my grandpa’s eye and I broke down. (sorry Grandpa- you can't deny it!) Ugh. Then I went home, ate spaghetti (my mum makes the best spaghetti sauce known to man), played a game of crib, and packed some more. Then bawled. And packed. And packed. And bawled. Didn’t sleep, and left for the airport at 5am. So, I have been flying ever since. And my butt hurts. Ew. Too much sitting for me. And to top it all off, my back is sore, probably sitting at about a 6 today. And my painkillers are in my checked baggage. Oh Joy.