Spiders!!

I'm Terrified of spiders unfortunately Riley is also not a fan of spiders. This leaves me with somewhat of a problem. What do I do in the event of a spider sighting?

(Luckily most of the 'spiders' we have in our flat are more of a cross between a daddy long legs and a spider. So I don't view them as real spiders, they are still spiders so they still scare me - just less so. This is the reason behind the fact that we sort of had a pet spider in the bathroom that we named apple... she lived in the corner of the bathroom for about 5 months, mainly because we were both too scared of her to evict her. She was eventually evicted by Riley's nephew when we decorated in January. It's strange we were kind of sad to see her go.)

It's quarter to 5 in the morning, I'm in the bathroom as a 'Real' spider darts in under the door. I half scream and jump in the bath - never thought I would ever hide from a spider in a bath. It darts back under the door (I think it might be a human phobic spider). The problem is now I don't know where it is now: is it waiting outside the door? Is it still under the door? Has it gone into my room which is next to the bathroom and I left the door open. I can safely tell you that it took me a long time get the courage to leave the bath. (Also bare feet feel VERY vulnerable in this kind of situation.) This incident was 2 weeks ago... I still didn't see it again, and yes I still worry about where it went, and still keep watch for it.

My question is what do adults do when they are scared of spiders. I used to pay my brother to move them, then in Uni there was always someone around who wasn't bothered about spiders. But what do I do now? What do adult arachnophobics do?

I can't afford my job. WTF?

I have found myself in a very odd situation, as it stands at the moment I cannot afford my job.  Despite being told by both the Jobcentre and Housing benefit that my part-time job would not effect either claim, it did.

Not only that but work messing up has complicated things:
1. Due to being ridiculously unorganised at Easter I ended up working well over my contracted 10 hours
2. They forgot to pay me for the first day I worked - so they paid the missing hours 2 weeks later
3. When paying me the hours I was owed they didn't mark it as back pay on my payslip

So my Housing benefit had to be reassessed this meant I needed to send them my payslips, and they work out how much I earn a week by working out the average. Unfortunately the above reasons the average was pushed up way above what I actually earn a week.

This results in a drastic decrease in the amount of housing benefit that I get meaning the money I have left to live on is less than half of what the government says you need.

So as the title of this post says - I can't afford my job and all attempts to find another part time job to go along with this one are failing.

Erm who do I work for?

Again apologies for the lack of posts.

As my last post said I have a part-time job. I have a small and a little embarrassing problem - I don't know who I work for.

The woman who hired me (the head of the department) has seemingly disappeared I saw her on my first day and then she vanished. this resulted in the first month of working there being absolute chaos. Resulting in the very awkward situation of trying to clean a caravan around the guests that have already unpacked.

But finally after working there for two months I now know who I work for - Yay. Now I can pretend I knew all along.

A different perspective

My flatmate Riley has started a blog, also about starting adult life and stuff. Fortunately she is a more frequent blogger than I am, and she is pretty funny. The blog is called Growing Up Broke and well worth a read you can find it here.

So far she has posts covering:
- Moving in
- Neighbours
- What your parents didn't tell you
- Deadlines
- And why adults don't have sleepovers

Totally unrelated - Blogger's spell check doesn't recognise the words blog or blogger.

A job at last

I think the title might say it all, but I finally have a job. It's only part-time (10hrs a week). but it is at least a step in the right direction So now I am focusing on trying to find another part time job to fit inbetween monday and friday.
I also finnished my 8 weeks of work experience and the manager gave me flowers to thank me for helping with the stock take... it's the first time I've been given flowers which is pretty pathetic concidering that I'm nearly 22 and no-one has given me flowers before. I also don't have a vase so they currently live in a wine bottle so having a small collection of wine bottles is in fact useful.

"Don't throw up in the toilet!"

"I'm going to be sick"

"Don't throw up in the toilet!"
"Where then?"

"The paste bucket?" 

Our toilet broke. The joys of having your own flat. It flushes but it doesn't quite drain... And we weren't quite sure if fixing the toilet was our responsibility or our landlords. This is the second toilet issue we've had, the day we moved in it leaked all over the floor. Luckily at least it was unused then. Ick.
Turns out it is our landlord’s responsibility. The agency we rent through sent someone around to fix the toilet. Which thankfully he did and it was a big success. Someone had flushed a baby’s nappy down the toilet.

Man: "Have you flushed a nappy down the toilet?"

Riley: "No"

Man: "Do any children live here?"

Us: [puzzled] "No"
Man: "Any visitors with kids?"
Me: "Nope"

Riley: "This is a child free zone"
Man: "Okay" [Leaves]
Riley: "Why was he so convinced that we have children?"

An hour later we realised why: Buzz Lightyear, Optimus Prime and Darlek...

The 3 guardians of our bath...