Re-directing mails sucks royal balls!

So this morning I was half naked, and I saw that re-direction letter staring at me across the room. I had my boxers on, and I thought 'ahhh fuck it! I should do this now before I do anything else, or otherwise it'll be forgotten'. Coolly I picked up the letter, shuffled across to my laptop, logged on to Www.Royalmail.co.uk/renewals - typed in my number and PIN code and then it went all 'tits-up' from there. You see this was the issue:

I got TWO renewals because I used to live in Ringmer Road, then I moved to Pilgrims Terrace so I redirected my mail from Ringmer Road to Pilgrims Terrace. Anyway I didn't stay in Pilgrims Terrace for too long (Possibly something to do with the fact that those two who were a couple were shouting the house down at each other on more of a regular basis then it should be, plus they were rather unhygienic) so I moved to my Mum's temporarily and re-directed my mail from Pilgrims Terrace to Mum's place.

The other week I got two re-direction renewals for both places and I thought 'ah. ok'.

So as I'm living in King's Cross for the time being now, I went to the local Post Office. I asked the so-called clerk to help me with figuring out this problem ('Do I pay for both renewals or what?'. 'Can I re-direct my mail to a branch of the Post Office or not?'). Mr Clerk lingered his gaze at me before ushering his colleague to come to me, and then off course I had to explain another time.

Well suffice it to say, neither of them knew English enough to figure the problem out. (and no I'm nowhere near racist - my whole family is Middle Eastern) but please guys, you should know how to sort these things out right?

Anyway, me being me (who does not make a big deal out of these things because I'm pretty much laid back) figured it out for myself. I solved my own problem (rich coming from me, who cannot really solve problems well):

I forget about the re-direction renewal from Pilgrims Terrace to my Mum's house, so I throw that away. Instead I get the other renewal from 273 and re-re-direct the mail from there straight to my Mum's house - so potentially I delete Pilgrims Terrace and enter my Mum's address. That way I do not have to pay for two re-directions unecessarily.

Right so I logged on whilst being near naked (I'm only mentioning that so that I grab your attention because this is a very boring topic I'm rambling on about here I must admit), and entered all the details, card details and everything, and what happened? The application was rejected. I have to either do it by hand or e-mail.

Fuck that.

So this is still not sorted out. I know I'm lazy: that's a fact. When it comes to the really needed things, then for some reason, I'm quite lazy. I prefer to sleep in rather then do anything else.

But for important reasons (i.e. my bank statements/phone statement) I must change my address physically on my banks and for my phone. All the other mail is not so important.

So, ladies and gentlemen. That's it. That's all. Did you enjoy my ramble? Did you enjoy how I really interpreted this in depth (Not that I intended that at all. All it was going to be was a quick skim over some basic facts, but no, because I can touch type, I am capable of typing pretty quick. Therefore I could type and type and type forever once I get going)

Nada must sleep now. I'm not going to tell you whether I sleep half naked or not. That's for you to perceive if you wish to.

Thankyou for reading this very boring blog.

I swear they will get better.

FUCK!

I swore..now they will get better.

Ta-ta my lovelies.

I found my re-direction letter. Yes..

I have made sure the letter is neatly placed and entirely viewable to any human eye (even a newborn child's eye) so that it will not go missing again.

In fact I may just place a few beady eyed camera's around various viewpoints in the room and sit in the living area and watch it for hours on end, because I'm that paranoid about loosing things.

Not true. I'm just being silly.

I had a few things to say here, but I cannot remember all of it. I shall just stick to the bare facts that I remember.

My hair: I looked like a Beatle today. (No not the insect, the band). My hair was all fluffy and just was moping on top of my head like a wig. People recognised the change off course, but there were no immediate compliments, just bland 'it looks good'. (Not that I expect people to jump off their chairs and recite an upbeat musical theatre style song ending in jazz hands, hat and canes no), but I got the feeling people were looking and questioning.

Not that I cared really to be honest. It's a good thing: I'm more confident with trying different things. Two years ago, all it was was up in a ponytail consistently.

So now I have about 5 different hair products to try each day. None are giving that wet look hold that I want.

I really don't want to say anything else here really. I was in the mood...but now I'm not really. So this is rather a bit of a worthless post that I may just delete in time.

Ah well.

Tata.

Yeah I'm on my period..

ladies and gentlemen.

Started this morning. Sorry to let on the bad news to you all, but its the very reason why I'm writing in a very sharp and non-tactical way.

Oh the joys of being a woman.

Two things have already pissed me off this morning. The first being the fact that I cannot find my re-direction letter, so I cannot go online and redirect my mail to my mum's address. So I have to phone them up and go through an automated system that will probably take what seems like 2 hours of trailing round in circles, finding that at the end of it all you've got through the 'international mailing' department rather then the 're-direction department' (If there is ever a specific 'department' in the Royal Mail'). Then you hang up...then you start all over again.

Grand.

The second thing that pissed me off today is that I was shuffling for my piece of paper for my re-direction letter and found a seemingly innocent piece of white standard A4 paper stuffed in the corner of the drawer. I opened it only to find that it was my hours that I was meant to hand in the scheduling for this week...Meaning that I'm taking a chance going in today, because I might not get the hours I need. Wonderful. Fan-bloody-tastic.

I just have to wait 7 days or so until this time of month is over. Then my emotions can settle again and I can put my machete back in the wardrobe. I swear it looks very inviting leant against the wall like that...

I think I might use it to cut the meat tonight.

I'm so fucking weird arn't I. (But don't worry folks, I'm not that extreme. I have no machete)

Nada

The beginning.

So this is the start of something new, as the title of the blog mentions...

Which it is: I've just moved to London from Brighton to pursue creative ambitions. Creative ambitions being acting/singing/drawing mainly. I was thinking 'perhaps I could do some freelance illustration work on the side', while I fulfil other simple things like Amateur theatre/student films etc.

See when I decided to move it was a very quick, flippant decision. I had visited london on numerous weekends, all in a row about three months ago. I loved it there, no in fact: I was fanatical about it. I just loved the rush lifestyle, the people, the cultures all mixed into one, the underground (I must be the only one who likes the London underground during rush hour). People who have lived here for ages (and even people who haven't) think I'm very majorly crazy to like the rush hour. I loved it more 2 months ago, but now the novelty is off course wearing off. I still like it though: except for the fact that I get rather hot and end up stripping off one or two of my t-shirts I wear (Yes I wear layers: I absolutely hate being cold!).

So about three months ago when I was in London, a simple thought cropped up: idealistic my Mum thought of it at first. I was meant to go to University and had applied and had been offered a place in the one I was rooting for, but my thoughts started to change rapidly when I thought about the opportunities available in the city and then numerous amount of things I could do. So I changed my decision promply, told my Mum after. Mum told me 'Your mad Nada' (she can be quite subjective at times. It can annoy me). My stepdad just accepted it. I lied to my Dad and told him I wasn't accepted the place. (It's his dream for me to go to university you see)

So yes, I found a job offer for a very flexible job in a call centre. Decided to go for it, got it and started work. I commuted from Brighton to London for 7 weeks. Crazy: yes! I wasn't even making much profit on my wages because most of it was going towards travel fare, food and bills.

I moved up here last tuesday. I'm staying in Kings Cross with a friend from work. I am still debating whether I should stay here or not. I value my independence so much you see and this is his place solely. Therefore he has guidelines, and despite these guidelines being quite relaxed and allowing me the freedom I like, I still feel that it's not an equal flatshare. Ideally I want to be in a place where there are about 4-5 people sharing, and no live in landlord: That way everyone is totally equal and nobody wears 'the trousers' in the house.

The thing is, the only problem with that is when you move into something like that you need a monthly deposit as well as a month in advance. Dean here has said that I don't need to pay the monthly deposit if I am going to stay here for months. Seeing as I have a grand in the bank, I could really get started with things like paying for headshots/football gear as I am going to start in a girls football team sometime soon I hope....

I don't know. So either it's accepting that there are more house rules I have to go by and respect (which I would anyway) and save money for other things, or move into a houseshare and be more independent....

I think I might vote for staying for a while. Dean said that I could have friends over for the night if I wanted. So I guess that is ok...

I'm not feeling settled yet though. Like, this doesn't feel like my room at the moment. Things are still in my suitcase and so forth.

Anyway. Well today I have to go to the royal mail, try and redirect my mail to the royal mail as I don't know if this is a permanent address. Then I must visit Bateman's opticians sometime soon and sign myself up there so I can buy my monthly lenses. Theeeeen try and sign up with a doctor/dentist. Then redirect my bank statements and such. Indeed.

I do promise my blogs won't be this boring in the future. Hopefully I will stay with this one and continue it forward. It will be interesting recording my personal journey and new start in life. Perhaps next time I come on here, which will be tomorrow I hope, I can outline some other things that are prominent right now like my art/ambitions/girls (Yes I'm a lesbian, but let's save that for an alternative day!)

Cheers me dears.