What you see is not always what you get
I have a lot of catch up to do, so dear readers, let’s go for a long and quick (yeah it’s possible) revue of everthing that happened to me these past 2 weeks !
My so-called room in Streatham
After spending 3 weeks under my cousin’s roof, and after several unsuccessful and rude interviews at Lush (especially Lush), BCBG Max Azria, Harvey Nichols, Las Iguanas, So tiny London etc… I finally got a job as a barista at Royal Court of Justice, Central London. I finally could move in to my own place. I’ve found a room in a flat just 5 minutes away from my cousin’s. The rent was correct. The viewing went great. I was supposed to share the flat with a neat couple. It was supposed to be great. Great big room, great living room, great bathroom, great everything. Everything was supposed to be great (My poor english vocabulary gave it away, I am french)…. I repeat, It was supposed to be lovely… if it wasn’t for the cockroaches… Aaaaaaaaaaah ! Being forced to live with cockroaches is a crime against humanity ! It should be written in the European convention on human rights. “Thou shalt not live with cockroaches…” (joking)
When I lived at my mother’s, she used to say that I was dirty ( I hope you don’t look up to me dear readers). Strangely, everytime I shared a flat with someone, they were all far worse than me (except for my cousin and her room mates). So I reckoned I was not dirty after all. Because I was always washing my flatmates dishes full of greasy ham bits and creamy sauce stuck under the sink (What a lovely vision) before some sort reptile comes up. Now, today I have to deal with dirty disgusting insects. Beaver pest control company will come soon. Hopefully to get rid of all that crap… But I just feel like Jerry O’Connell, in MTV’s successful movie “Joe’s appartement”.
Yeah but without the sex and Rock’n'roll, and the joy to be in Manhattan…
I surely will never understand people who don’t give a fuck about hygiene. My ex used to be that dirty, everytime I was coming across his flat I was scared that some rats or some kind of mole would pop up from under the couch…
So finally last sunday, I bought cute little fitted sheets and girly pink duvet covers just to fool myself and make me like I see “La vie en rose”… Poor poor me…
Cockroaches, Oh my god !!!
So a perfect dream with little news friends…
^^ the funny thing that I learn today it’s cockroaches loves hygienic places ! So you can live in a dirty or clean room,if your neighbours have some you have a serious problem.
Try a natural way to treat them rather chimical(after all they can survive to an atomic blast).
One says that little pieces of cucumber move them away.
Continue to be positive, have fun, and Good luck in your new life Sally!
ohhhh you have new friends !!!! good luck for your new job , barista can’t be worst than store cashier or working with conchitas !!!!
Cockroaches… OMG!I hope you’ll find something else ASAP… I’m not easily disgusted ut cockroaches, taht’s just… yerk!
Hey girl, just tell yourself that Lush don’t deserve you (yeah, that’s what I say everytime a great company rejects my application)
your english is not so bad for a french one!!!
I trully understand your situation, I used to live in a flat surrounded by a mount of cockroaches, all days I used bleach, but no matter what I did, they survived. It was really frightenning, each night I praised the Lord to save me of these disgusting things….blecchh. I didn’t want them to penetrate into my nostrils and do their baby inside of my buxom body.
Thanks God ,I’ve moved but there is another problem, some rats appear sometimes on the roadway.
For sure it’s a plot!!!!!!!! someone is envious about my boobs.
Keep fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Best wishes