The Twilight Report

Here is the stupidity of finding an apartment in Australia: it sucks. Typically these things are handled through real estate agents and they have open houses every Saturday. However, they are typically “open” for a grand total of fifteen minutes and most of these open houses are between 11 and 12 am, usually in mutually exclusive overlapping intervals. Also: all of the real estate agents get together and try and figure out how they can arrange their times such that someone looking in any one particular area has to drive from one side to the other the maximum number of times possible.

So I started this morning copying addresses and prices from the newspaper into a Micr$haft Word document, only the ever helpful paper clip (which apparently I haven’t disabled yet on this computer) kept reformatting my text for me. I think it though that I was typing up a complex ordered list instead of a lift of dates. So when I wasn’t carping about how stupid the system was this morning I was yelling at my poor computer.

I found a couple of nice places, but mostly they were not adequate. Needless to say this painful, yet fruitless activity put me in a bad mood. My mum was super nice to drive me around to all of these places (especially given that I was grumpy about the situation). It was the only way I could have possibly seen everything that I did! At least it was an educational experience.

After all that running around I had a meat pie sans tomato sauce for lunch followed by a wonderful custard tart. This is one thing that I love about Australia: the food. :)