the perfect weekend

Last weekend was quite a good one for me. On saturday i got up late listened to the football. In the evening i went to the pub for a few beers and natchos and to catch up with a good mate How ever the day was spoilt by the lack of taxis about in edinburgh when all the pubs were closed- this was only 1 am. I found a cab with a disabled sticker in his window. but he said his ramp was too small- what an excuse if only i had taken his number...

On sunday I went shopping and watched crap on the TV all in all the best weekend in a while. it was brought to a shuddering holt by the post and a bill from the council. roll on next weekend

stating the obvious

yesterday i recived a letter in the mail. It was official conformation that the job i had no longer exsists is said "due to a change in circumstances the offer made to you no longer stands" its not just the offer the building may not be there for much longer either!

People have been asking me how i am because of what happened I say I am fine but i am not. I am still in shock and am absolutely gutted my job went. All of the hard work by me and everyone who helped me to that stage went overnight

Although I was scared i had met new friends in St Andrews and was looking forward to hooking up with them in london.
I have no energy to do anything all i do i sleep ( more than normal) it will take me longer than wall street to get overthe credit crunch

The return of an old friend...

After taking the time to recover from the events of the last week. I have hit the ground running in my quest for the holy grail- a job( I am not being persued by an evil empire and having to take my dad along although he would be more than welcome to join me)

An earlier posting explained my sense of loss at being knocked out of the routine of signing on well like any good friend it has come back roll on monday morning......

the battle of the buldge

I am bored so i thought i would do a history reinactment. Or to be more precise i have a leak in my kitchen and my ceiling has a buldge so the question is will the plumber get here before the ceiling goes.....

Like the Everly brothers all i can to is dream (of a job)

At 5.20pm on monday the world stopped. this was because i recived confirmation of the fact because of events put of anyones control my job offer from Lehman brothers had been withdrawn I had known from about 11pm on sunday night but to see it in writng hit me hard

I am moaning but i am lucky. I know people who had been working there for longer than me or who had turned up for their first day on monday.. so i feel like someone who should have been on the titanic..

I had come so close to achieveing my goal of 14 months to start work. now with that job gone its back to square one. of that first pay cheque all i can do is dream...

losing my nerve

Readers will know i start a new job soon. Its with Lehman brothers. with the news today about possible insolvancy for the firm i am losing my nerve about the whole prospect finding a flat is proving to be such a hassell and uprooting myself is quite a challange

its in the lap of the gods now

in a bit of a rush

My fkat hunting saga could be at an end. My sister went to view a property yesterday. I spoke to the agent at about 2pm and by 5 i was on a train to london all in a days work i suppose....

thank you for cheesy music

Over the past few weeks i have been going through the ringer emotionally. I have left my child hood home my parents have moved. I will soon be leaving edinburgh- just for a year but still its a wretch.

There have been many times as readers will know that i have thought i am making the wrong desicision.

some people in my position turn to booze i turn to cheesy music. Abba has cheered me up not because its good but because its happy

So the city of london are you ready to take a chance on me

why does it always rain on Me?

This summer has been an absolute shocker weatherwise- parts of england have flooded for the second time in 12 months. readers will remember i posted in june about a trip to aberdeen where i got a soaking. well i am moaning again. it is only because nobody has come up with an umbrella that a wheelchair user can use and push themselves with two hands.

in the past i have been given umbrellas by kind people in the street but its very impracticle to hold the umbrella and move at speed to get out of the rain- which is what most people do.

So why does it always rain on me? its because i dont have an umbrella?

like tom hanks in terminal ( or what ever that movie is about the guy stuck in the airport)

Today has been an odd day for me. I knew it was friday but something was missing. I had brought back everything i had taken to london so it wasnt that. i had food and drink in the kitchen so what was it? It was the job centre.

for 11 months every second friday i had faithfully gone there to find a job and enjoy the wonders of the DWP system. But I now have a job so i have signed off. but whilst it is great to have a job there is a gap in my friday now.

If you have read my previous post ( i know one person has) you will know that my flat hunting was disasterous so i am like a student before an exam I have done all the work - or not and just want the event to happen.

Like the movie i am there but i cant go any further until i get the vital ingredient.

feeling a bit flat!

Since my last post i have been down in london flat hunting and getting things in place for my new job. I found a few flat which looked good brand new ground floor apartments. I thought this would be ideal for my wheelchair. So I went to view them on tuesday the first flat i viewed i couldn't open the outer door and move my wheelchair before the door closed. in the second one i could get into the flat but i couldnt move in it because my wheelchair was exactly the width of the hall. so that was a no goer.

The flat i was scheduled to see on wednesday was good but out of my price range. So Rather like Star Wars I the phantom menace where there was such a build up and it fell flat. I went into this week full of excitement and now its back to the drawing board

Still as hannibal smith says "its darkest before it gets black" so things can only get better