Myself and the Motherfucking Messiah/scruffy Scots oik are moving because we are sick sick sick of housemate drama.
EVERY THIRD PERSON HERE HAS BEEN A NIGHTMARE!
I had a tumblr meltdown with moving anxiety earlier. We're moving, deposit is safe, as the official deposit scheme from the govt is in my name after the fiasco of moving in here. Using my old landlord to get this place and paying out all the cash to secure it, then having it paid back has despite the initial grumble, worked out in this new improvedTM
fucked up situation in my favour. As does the medical letter that the doc has promised me.
Friday, we thought he was moving out. Now, he wants to stay.
For this the useless sack of feed tube needs_
This is the draft list I came up with
2 new housemates (in full time work)
Raise new deposit and first month's rent in full because new deposit scheme form and such will be needed, as the current one is in my name and non-transferrable.
get new internet
pay back debt to Steve (minus any deposit paid)*
change supplier details for utilities and council tax on 1st October
lounge furniture (outside of anything we leave behind)
this currently stands at approx £300
This is pee my pants fucking hilarious. I don't even think he'll manage to get the landlords permission to start with, and I'd feel like an utter dick passing him off onto some other poor schmuck. The boy is a walking money pit, has history of domestic abuse and shirks all housework.
needless to say today is the day that I find out that one of my freinds of a friend (my femininja friend Joy's friend..) is looking for somewhere to live and as they (not sure which pronoun they prefer..) are looking for somewhere to live, and is in a living with an ex type situation. but with a housemate that doesn't want to budge. Similar values and gets on with your friends in a new housemate is a close second to no housemate, even if the intertubes have been the sole form of communication.
Oh and I have to look for work at the moment too. Which is great when you are too stressed to concentrate. I did manage to hash out the transferrable skills list though, which is a small victory.
and on a day like today, I'll take the small victories and "well at least the bottom line and my ass is covered money wise."
Current predictions for me and Payne are that feed tube is going to crash and burn spectacularly.
More news after the agent's meeting with us tomorrow.
Guy is literally busting my balls here.