Friday, September 08, 2006
Still waiting...Well, I'm still in limbo! I could leave the country with barely 24 hours notice now, with most of my essential chores completed. Unfortunately, I still haven't seen hide nor hair of my work permit yet. The Canadian Embassy tries to discourage you from phoning, but it is officially 2 weeks since somebody at the embassy signed for my application, so I have decided that I will phone on Monday. The likelihood of me flying by next weekend is decreasing, although I haven't given up just yet! I also need to arrange temporary accomodation.
In the mean time I have been back at Mum and Dad's a week now. So far I have dismantled and upgraded both of their computers. Only one still works. I have also cleared my childhood wardrobes and cupboards out. I am sure that you will be relieved to hear that I can do an A Level Microbiology exam in less than 15 minutes now. However, I am re-reading all of my A level chemistry books because, frankly, my Chemistry sucked 11 years ago, and it ain't improved any...
Living with Mum and Dad is... interesting. Don't get me wrong, I have always been close to my parents. Even in my grottiest teenage years we never had any serious fallings out. Nevertheless, I have been independent for 11 years now. In the past 24 hours, I have been yelled at twice by mum. First, for eating all of the crisps (in my defence, there were only 3 bags in the cupboard and I ate 2 on 2 separate days - bag number 3 was dad). Second, for NOT eating all of the sausages that mum had bought especially for me. How the hell was I supposed to know? I'm not even going to mention the fact that I regard late night Satellite TV as an uncharted delight (it is Star Trek's 40th Anniversary today after all!), whilst they are up for work at 0700h...
PS My last post appears to have caused some confusion - the saucy photos were NOT of me. Regular readers of this blog will know that I am cultured and refined and unlikely to indulge in such shenanigans. Rather, the photos were shown to me "cos you're leaving now", as evidence that one of the good looking badminton coaches has carried on her lap-dancing career to earn some extra cash. Hot damn...
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