Legal Shit

Oh man, that was one long day at the office! I had to get through what Søs always calls "legal shit" - basically... I made an appointment for an interview to apply for a national insurance number and also I opened a bank account. But in order to open a bank account I had to get my Shad ID card done, a proof of address and a proof of employment. So I filled out 1000 forms and broke into the Balham Station photo box. 5 f***ing quid, by the way, for shit quality photos and me looking all spotty in the face. Ah well.
So now I am waiting for my bank details and bank card to arrive! That's quite exciting. I almost feel like a proper resident of the UK now!

Then I also learned that I won't be able to move into my new flat until Wednesday, which is SHIT (It means two more nights in the hostel plus lots of travel expenses to get to Balham and back...). It's cause some Nancy is still there in my room (I met her, she is tiny and seems very bored with life.) I can stay there Sunday night, tho, so I don't have to get up stupid o'clock on Monday morning for my first shadow shift!

Positive things I got out of sitting around the office all day: V. gave me a pear, which grew in his garden. And he also gave me an induction leaflet which tells me where all the fire alarms in the house are and what numbers to call when I locked myself out (very useful!) and where there's nice pubs and cinemas and lidos and cafes around where I live! I especially appreciated that the gay bar section was longer than the ordinary pub section, which must either mean that Tooting is really gay, or that the organisation is full of gays or that V.'s gaydar is really good and he put the list of gay bars together just for meee.

Next thing on my list: Meet Eva in First Out, buy her a drink in exchange for her keys. Maybe I will have a jacket potato... *rubs belly* ... but probably not, cause I had to spend my jacket-potato-money on horrible photos of my tired face. Meh.