Tag: adulting

Naked! :O

Ok, so not exactly naked.

The day arrived where my Microsoft Band broke, and I have had to remove it from my wrist and send it back for a repair/replacement.

I now have to endure the next 8ish working days without being able to track my sleep, daily calorie burn, exercise, getting reminded to put on sunscreen, and also getting reminded to get up and moving.

I haven’t had the band all that long, but it’s almost scary how much I am missing it already. I am already sad that I won’t be able to see my pretty graphs.

I feel naked. Though as first world problems go, it’s not the end of the world. I’m betting when I get my band back again, it’ll take me a while to once again get used to it.

😦

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My Brain: The Crazy making machine

Some of you may remember an earlier blog post where I spoke about a break in at a flat in the same complex I live in.

Well, there was another ‘incident’ this week. I got a knock on my door at about 9:30pm from a neighbour who had seen someone wearing a hoody lurking around my living room window and car. When they challenged him, he legged it over the fence.

Awesome.

This is where my brain turns into a crazy making machine. What my logic tells me is this:

  • The scumbag was scared off before being able to break in to anything. Odds of him coming back any time soon, knowing that the residents are once again on high alert, are slim to none.
  • It’s likely that this is the same scum bag who broke into my neighbours flat, hoping that enough time has passed for us to no longer be on high alert, and hoping that he can get another easy score. He’s probably now scouted out my flat, and realised it’s not going to be easy pickings.
  • My neighbours are still vigilant, so if anything dodgy is going on, it’s going to be noticed, investigated, and reported.
  • The bloke is more than happy to stay at mine for as long as needed to play my white knight until I feel a bit more secure.
  • I should, with any luck, be moving to pastures new within the next couple of months. So I won’t have to worry about the security of the complex where I live for much longer.
  • I have my stuff insured, plus I have motion sensor alarms since the previous incident. The odds of someone sneaking in whilst I sleep are slim to none.
  • If someone does break in looking for easy pickings, they will be aiming to grab easily transportable things. Alarms, confrontation, etc, are likely to scare them off.

Here is what my brain has conjured up for me in the face of what logic states:

  • A random scary psycho dude is going to break in and stab me in my sleep.

I don’t know why my brain has conjured this scenario. I’ve never been stabbed. I don’t know anyone who has been randomly stabbed. It’s incredibly silly. Yet this is what my brain now tells me is going to happen in the face of all logic and reason just as I’m trying to sleep.

I was running short on sleep anyway, because I daren’t keep my windows open when it gets dark due to the prior incident, and my flat is too hot. I’m now running on even less sleep. It’s annoying. And kind of headachey.

So, in a nutshell – my brain is stupid, and should probably have a word with itself.

Trolley Rage

This has been a frustrating week. I have encountered various scenarios where life isn’t going quite as expected, or neatly following the carefully laid out plans in my head.

Of course, this is just life being life. I’ve just never been able to deal that well with curve balls. I like my routines. I like things behaving *properly*. This has been a week that has thrown me for a loop. I am generally more irritable and distracted from the things I should be focusing on as a result.

That brings me to the icing on the cake. The straw that broke the camels back.

The supermarket where I do my weekly shop has moved all of the aisles around.

I get why supermarkets do this. They like to have their customers meandering around completely lost, viewing all the available merchandise, and potentially making an impulse purchase. All this does for me is serve to irritate.

I am the kind of person who makes a shopping list. I do not deviate from it. In addition, I have my shopping list carefully ordered by aisle, so I can get in an out as quickly as possible.

Imagine my sense of outrage when I went to pick up a bottle of Pepsi, and instead found myself facing packets of crisps. Tragically, this was the first moment I realised things had moved, since I was existing in my own head already seething about all the various other things that haven’t gone quite according to my own expectations this week alone.

I went to find coffee. That now lives where all the wine and spirits *used* to live.

Two of my major caffeine supplies have been moved. Seriously. I think it was lucky that no one died when I was doing my shop. It was a brave move on the part of the super market planners. Frankly, I’m amazed that there haven’t been blood baths caused by these kinds of impromptu switch arounds. What kind of nutcases move the caffeine?

The final insult to this already grievous injury was realising that all the goods in the chillers have been shifted around to. My usual quick 5 minute rush doing my weekly shop was delayed further as it took me another 3 minutes to find where the Philadelphia snack pots now live. If I hadn’t been so irritated, I suspect that a calmer mind may have found these at least 2 minutes earlier.

I realise this has turned into something of a rant, and there are way worse problems in the world. I guess I just want to shout out that I’d very much like to smack supermarket planners upside the head with a dead fish a few times. Although they would have plenty of time to run and hide in the amount of time it would take for me to find where the fish are now situated in their newly shifted around store.

Grr.

Frustration! The House Edition.

Once upon a time, I had an idea in my head that buying a house would be a somewhat long, but overall easy enough process.

At this point in the house buying process, I’m still good to buy my house. Yeay! However, it’s not going to be quite as quick as I anticipated.

Turns out I’m in a chain. *Someone* in this chain (not the people selling to me, thankfully) has been playing silly buggers. Now, the people selling to me are a young family, with another small one due in October. They need to upsize. The house they are buying is in a street where a similar property sold for a lot more than what they are trying to buy their own future home for. Turns out the person selling to *them* realised this after agreeing a price. Cue shenanigans. From what I’ve heard from the estate agents, he proceeded to try and ask for more money, had various inquiries that further stalled the whole process, and was generally being a pain in the backside to the people selling their house to me.

From being told only a few days ago that I should be able to exchange contracts on Friday, I had a call this week to let me know that there was a delay – the dude playing silly buggers has now pulled out entirely, stating an unspecified ‘family issue’.

The people selling to me are back to square one – house hunting. They are understandably gutted. They’ve been hoping to get everything signed and sealed before the end of this month, as their anticipated October arrival may hinder a smooth move. They still want to sell to me. Thankfully, I have yet to give notice on my flat, so they’ll get no pressure from me to hurry things up. I’ve waited years to get to the point of buying a house – a few more months won’t kill me.

Still, it is incredibly frustrating. I suspect that I’ll soon see the house they were hoping to buy back on the market soon at a much inflated price. I can only imagine that the seller thought he had a young family over the barrel, and got greedy. I’m half tempted to turn up at any potential viewings and be an arse. Which I wouldn’t, of course, because that would be petty and beneath me. But still – one can dream.

One thing that this whole process has just taught me though – they have a way better system for this in Scotland that prevents this kind of shenanigans. I really wish we had it in England.

Keeping my priorities in order.

I’ve talked before about how my mobile phone of choice is a Windows Phone.

I have no real problems with it. It serves its function well. In recent days, however, I have been seriously considering upgrading it to an android device. I’ve created a list to aid in this decision making process:

Why I should keep my windows phone:

  • It does everything I need it to do.
  • I have data from some apps on it.
  • It works perfectly with my Microsoft Band.
  • I’ve almost finished paying off my device plan for it.
  • Buying a house is expensive. I don’t really need another large bill – especially with my car currently making expensive sounding noises.

Why I should get an android phone:

  • I really want to play Pokemon Go.

So in summary, I think I know what will end up happening here. I’m going to be getting an android phone. Because adulting is obviously about having your priorities in order.

Sods Law

Sods law states that the worst thing possible will happen at the worst possible time.

Or something like that.

I’m in the process of buying a house. I’m about to be throwing the largest amount of money at something that I ever have in my life.

I should have realised this would be the harbinger of a huge car bill.

Ah well. Almost £400 later, and my car has a new exhaust and is running pretty amazing.

Gah.

The adulting got real.

Over the weekend just gone, I decided to check on how far away I was from one of my long term goals – house ownership.

Well, imagine my surprise when the internet mortgage checker came back with actual mortgages!

I thought I was still about 5 years away from this. I was actually ready for another 5 years of not going on the holidays I wanted to go on. Another 5 years of not going out with friends, just so I could squirrel away more cash into my deposit fund, all while watching house prices continue to creep upwards.

I didn’t quite believe it, so I opted to talk to an actual real life mortgage advisor today. I was honestly half expecting to get laughed out of his office. But he actually came back with better news – he could get me a better deal than the one I found online.

I will be a home owner by the end of the year. I don’t think it’s actually quite sunk in yet.

I’ll be spending the next few weeks actually house hunting. That sounds so adult, it’s scary. I feel I can mitigate this by decorating my future home with a My Little Pony theme though, so it’s all good! I’ve yet to break out in a sudden rash of responsibility (I keep checking).

So, I’m very excited at the moment. My main long term goal is about to become a reality. I guess I should figure out what my next thing to work towards should be. I’m thinking world domination. 😀