Jobless number 1

Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 17:13:04 +0200
So there we were, leaving our sunny little place in Woking to visit a few others up here before we started off toward the apple farm... I had left 8 messages with the 'daddy mac' of the farm, who I needed to tell we would be arriving in Kent so he'd probably like to get our room/caravan/castle wing ready for.

Eventually, on our way to friends up North to leave a bag of smart/back packing stuff I wouldn't need at the farm, I managed to get through to him, and he got through to us; him: 'No space yet, call you in a few weeks.' Me: blink. Blink. 'Oh'. And with that the conversation was over, along with our peculiar hopes to be great apple farm workers.

Now from South Africa it was an almost definite - yes they wanted us to work, yes from mid March. But now we find ourselves almost, slightly, screwed. So rather down about the news, arrived at Mike and Lel's (family friends in North London) who took us down to the pub to lift our spirits - and theirs it appeared.

Later we got to work searching little sites for any work that pays ok (they may change with desperation) barring call centres, stripping of any kind and looking after coffin dodgers (old folk). We've sent out our CVs to a plethora of addresses and waiting to hear really. Damn apples. Thinking of starting a rumour about how bird flu actually sprung from birds eating apple and we should, under no circumstances eat apples in England just in case. Ha ha, we'll show them. Sigh, still no job though...

Anyway, we will prevail so don't fear. *Snivel* And I dare say we'll find something soon - already had an interview for Tiger Tiger night club though figured all the South Africans who might have gone to that lovely little place will have us hung drawn and quartered!

So yes, off to another part of London now - St Albans I'm told, with my previously South African cousin, which will be fun knowing his lively nature. He's got some fun planned for St Paddys day so I'll be off.