I'd like to tell an unexaggerated story of my misfortunes today.
I woke up this morning to my 87th rejection from landlord/tenant with a texted message as written:
'had lots of people viewing the flat put all names in a hat am afraid you were not chosen hope you find some where soon emer'
I grumbled into the hostel shower and burned my arm on one of the malfunctioning showers which wouldn't shut off, creating an overly steamed shower room comparable to a sauna. Then attempted the adjacent drip shower which overflowed from a clogged drain. Half-showered and fired up from a 1/2 stale piece of white bread and jam as part of my inclusive breakfast I hobbled in to work. Slipping in to my daily routine tending to server crashes and moody printers (while fitting in drawing time somewhere in between) I set up my 15th house viewing for later in the evening. En-route to the flat, it was raining and I ripped my boss's map before getting splashed by a drive-by. Arriving at the tiny apartment, I rang flat #8 instead of #7 where I was yelled at. Eventually I met Frances and then Cimon who showed me the tiniest place I've seen with the most character! It has to be less than 12' x 8' with a crazy slanted roof, random cubbies, and a skylight that I can crawl out of onto a rooftop perch. I yelled 'SOLD!' in just enough time before the doorbell rang and Mrs. X stepped in only to be escorted out of my new home!
Click on the map, look at the bottom left. I'm in Terenure, about a 45 min walk in to town.
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hey iggy, congrats on your new place!!! post some pics. we want to see you in a cubby, ya hear?
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