I thought you’d like to know that there has been some ‘movement’ on my diabolical plan for world domination (aka impending unemployment).
As is always the case, things either happen at snail’s pace or at very-scary mach speed.
Earlier this week I contacted an agent who’s just sold another apartment in my complex and before I knew it I had signed an agreement with them and my place was on the market. The photos are being done today, although I’m not sure why they can’t use last year’s as they were be-au-ti-ful… if I do say so myself. Fortunately I’m not being charged for them so… whatevs (can you tell I’ve been reading ’50 Shades of Grey’?).
Naturally the agent has told me he’ll have it sold in a fortnight. Yeah, sure… But it’s given me the impetus I needed to continue with the post-work plotting and planning.
I actually have a four-day weekend ahead of me, something organised before I knew I was finishing up work.
My niece is participating in an eisteddfod / showcase thingy in my childhood hometown this evening, so I was asked to tag along. Well, that’s not entirely true as I was asked to help, in the absence of my sister-in-law who is at a conference. Now, Miss E is 16 years old and can probably do this stuff in her sleep, nevertheless I am on hair and makeup duty. I’m thrilled to be asked, but also a bit nervous given that I… well… don’t actually wear makeup myself and haven’t done so since the 1990s. And as for my hair… well… those on Twitter have seen my scary hair photographs!
Nevertheless hair and makeup catastrophes aside, I’m sure it will be tremendous fun.
My bro and niece sadly have to leave tomorrow for more ballet things elsewhere, but I’m staying on for the weekend. And… I’m stoked to admit I got all keen at some point and have organised to have a look at four (yes 4!!!) properties at the beachside locale-I-intend-to-call-home on Saturday.
I’ve spent a couple of months pouring over internet photos of potential properties, but figure it’s best to see them in person as I know all about photo-shopping! (Not that MY apartment’s photos would be photoshopped. No sir-ee!)
Anyway, please keep me in your thoughts as I battle with makeup palettes and tins of hairspray and bobby pins; and fingers-crossed I find some gorgeous apartment at a ridiculously low price tomorrow. (Okay yes, that may be asking the gods of fate a bit too much. Although… my mum will be at church on Sunday, I’ll ask her to put in a good word for me!)