This morning started off wonderfully with the memory of yesterday and ran smoothly until....breathe Delly, breathe....my muther freaking flat iron went beserk!!! ARGH! Just the memory of it incites my rage all over again. What the hell Wal-mart?? Why sell a voltage converter and adapter in one if it DOES NOT WORK BUT INSTEAD MAKES PEOPLE'S VERY EXPENSIVE FLAT IRONS GO APESHIT?! Damnit! I can't even tell this story, it makes me want to throw things and I'm trying to make a good impression on my relatives. Bottom line: Wal-mart's converter/adapter does NOT work and may have killed my 1 year old expensive titanium plated flat iron. It's reasons like this why people hate you Wal-mart. Every time I caught a glimpse of my limp, part wavy, part straight, part frizzy hair and fly away bangs, I wanted to scream. And of course today is the day I'm wandering around Central London seeing all sorts of beautiful men with lovely accents. I'm pretty sure one guy actually gasped in horror at my hair and then his friend had to hold him back as he tried to run into the street to get hit by a bus and away from my hair. I will never forgive you Wal-mart. Never. Nevah!
*shaking it off and moving on*
NEVAH!!!
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With my aunt's advice yesterday on when to leave, I made it to my orientation on time this morning without getting lost. I was quite proud actually. The orientation was useful with tips on where to get a bank account and tips on the cultural differences, how to find a job, how to find accommodation, etc.They also took a look at my CV and cover letter template and reassured me that the reason I've been so unsuccessful in finding a position is most likely because I wasn't in London yet and had no local phone number not because both my CV and cover letter utter crap as I'd feared. That really relaxed me. I'll be following up on all my job applications (there are over 20 out there) from my last two weeks at home next week to see if I can get to talk to some recruitment consultants and "form a rapport" so they remember me and send some jobs my way. Fingers crossed!
After my orientation, I took the long walk up to Barclays bank on Islington Green only to be told that they can not accept my drivers' license as a second proof of address because it's a two-part document (thanks Manitoba). Needless to say I was NOT impressed. I'm pretty sure I scared poor Nicholas (my bank advisor) by showing my anger. I momentarily forgot that the British are not emotional people. He looked worried when I went on a mini rant, like he was scared I was gonna whip out a gun and shoot up the place. What's funny is that I still kept myself pretty in check, nothing compared to what I might have unleashed at home. Had I really let loose, poor Nick would've probably jumped crawled under his desk and called 999 (the UK version of 911 as I learned today at orientation). Anyways, I'm still wandering around with a crap load of cash and travelers cheques on me feeling like a I have a huge "I'm a tourist, mug me please" sign glowing above my head. I'll be leaving the cheques at home until I get that account set up.
After the bank disaster, I went on the search for a new flat iron. I asked at one salon and they directed me to another salon and that salon directed me to a hair and beauty wholesaler. This is where Irony decided to come smack me in the face. So I enter the wholesaler and let the saleswoman know I'm looking for a flat iron. I let her know that I prefer titanium plates. She gushes to me that they just got the newest, top of the line flat irons in and they're 120 pounds ($200). The price makes my jobless wallet squeal in fright, but I decide to take a look anyways. Low and behold the lady comes back to me holding MY flat iron. The exact same one that suffered a stroke this morning. It was too soon for me and I had to actually look away as the anger filled me again (similar to what happened at the beginning of this post). The lady kept going on and on about the wonderfulness of the flat iron until I told her that I know how wonderful it is, I own one and it nearly died this morning.
After much deliberation and mental budget finagling, I decided that I just could not afford a 120 flat iron right now and instead purchased another one specially designed for curling that was on sale for 52 pounds down from 99. I haven't tried it yet cause it's still too soon for me, but I'm hoping it will be alright. If I hate it, I'll just re-buy my flat iron when I get some $$$.
The journey back to the house was eventful as I got too confident too fast. I was so proud that I figured out where and how to transfer tubes that I didn't realize I need to make two transfers not just one. I ended up heading into zone 4 before I realized what had happened. I got off quickly and made my way back and made the correct transfer. But that lovely little detour got me home about a half hour later than I would've if I hadn't been so busy patting myself on the back.
1 comment:
you and kristin should have a conversation about when your flat irons died...you know, when you feel ready to!
but at least you had a fabulous first day there! so cool that your aunt and uncle are in the industry they're in...you will get to meet a lot of fun people!
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