Dreading today.

really really really not looking forward to today. Im not enjoying this training course in the slightest. When I started they gave me the impression it was going to be training with the call centre equipment and actual experience in the call centre - instead Im getting perhaps an hour or two a day in the actual call centre parts of the building. The rest is all 'teambuilding' games like turning your CV into a tv advert or rap song - hideously painful experiences for me. For some reasonthey seem to be under the impression this kind of stuff is confidence building. Can't imagine where they get that idea from. Its mostly making me hate myself, everyone around me and dread any future job interviews. If they would just take no for an answer when I'm not comfortable doing something it would mean a lot. Instead when I'm saying no, I dont feel comfortable with this, I'm not doing it, I really dont want to have to do this etc they just talk over me saying I am doing this, I have to do it etc. Been too stressed to sleep tonight - really dont want to have to get up and go to this. I certainly can't face 5 weeks of this.

Never Rent From On The Move.

Horrible day - and it didnt have to be! I phoned the letting agent today to ask them why they had not told the landlord what was happening at my building and to check that he had spoken to them. They told me that they had kept him fully informed at all times and that he spoke to the office daily. Obviously contradicting what the landlord himself had told me. They tell me that the only complaints they have received about the property have been from me - they accused me of exagerrating what was happening (how you exaggerate a broken window I can't imagine!) and all but accused me of lying. When I finally get hold of the landlord this afternoon he is singing a very different tune to the one he was on Sunday. This time he claims to have been kept out of the loop by his own request and is backing up the letting agents opinion that I'm hysterical. They both claim not to have been aware of any complaints by anyone other than me. This makes no sense as the woman in the house next door has told me she has been in contact with them and I gave her their contact details myself. The first noise complaint wasnt made by me but by another person in the building and I only knew about it when I was called to confirm it. The worst part for me was finding out from the landlord that the letting agents have automatically disregarded all complaints made by me because I was on their case about the internet access when I first moved in. I can't wait to move - I'l be well out of this madness. I do feel bad for the other neighbours on the street - the woman next door seemed so exasperated when she came round last week. Theyr going to be stuck with this for a while. All I can say is - never rent from On The Move.
Just had the third day of the contact centre training course. Had a bit of a wierd atmosphere today. Theres one guy on the course who has made a bit of show of being friendly with everyone, asking about their family, their kids etc. Except me - he barely acknowledges me. It was especially awakward today as there were 3 times we were split up into groups and each time we were in the same group. When he spoke to me he barely looked at me, at lunch I stayed in cos I was waiting for phone calls and we were left alone in the room together - at no point did he make any effort to speak to me, when the others came in he suddenly perks up and is mister chatty again but with me he's practically mute.

Too tired and annoyed to title.

Started my contact centre training course this week - feel naked without my jeans but im adapting. Got to wear standard office wear you see - I'v spent like £150 on new clothes. Viewed a flat in Paisley - it was so cute I wanted to adopt it but it needs some work done, theres some doors hanging off hinges, the white goods look a bit dingy (grey goods), the carpets are mostly pieces stuck together roughly and everything needs a good clean. Its very close to UWS (I can see it out the kitchen window) and the train station. I actually think its quicker to get to Glasgow Central from Paisley by train than it is from Pollockshields by bus. Landlord might be willing to negotiate on price so it might turn out to be ok. I am a bit worried that its on the 3rd or 4th floor (too many stairs - lost count) considering what I'm like. Theyr proper concrete stairs that would do quite a bit of damage when I fall as well. Heres something interesting - the landlord was round on sunday to fix a water leakage problem with my shower and i mentioned to him why I was so keen to move out. Turns out the letting agents have breathed a word of the problems with the dickhead next door. They hadnt told him about the smashed window, the police being called etc. Poor guy was pretty shocked when I told him. As theres still wine stains in the hallway and glass in the garden theres still proof there for him to see. As this is now Tuesday I would have thought the letting agent would have given me a call to clear things up and explain why they hadnt told the landlord what was going on - suppose a little professionalism is just too much to expect. Had to call them tnoght - came home and the heating isnt switched on and theres no hot water. The heating system is always a bit temperemental but its unusual not to have hot water. Left them a message which I'm sure they will ignore tomorrow. Will probably phone them again in the morning anyway - that guy next door has left his cd player on and its just repeating one song over and over. Im not sure what song it is - its too quiet to hear the words but its beginning to drive me a little crazy.

On being interviewed by a pirate.

Went to the interview for the call centre training course today. Lovely building - B listed apparently. Big marble stairs, black and white tiles, arched windows. As its halloween tomorrow the guy interviewing me was dressed as a pirate which amused me no end. Did get horribly lost though - either the map was backwards or I'm seeing the world slightly upside down. I feel like I should do something for halloween - but I can' find anything in this city that I really want to do. Boring club nights, movie nights of the movies I'v already seen. Guess Glasgow isn't a scary kind of city :(. Been getting endless phone calls from people offering me credit card or loan applications. I seem to have ended up on some list - means I'm now answering the phone with 'What?!' so heres hoping I dont get any calls from anyone wanting to interview me for a job until I'v chilled out a bit. Otherwise I'l scare them. Which reminds me - I really need to cut down on my caffiene and sugar intake! People are beginning to think I'm cheerful, talkative with a sunny personality. I'm scared!

My feet hurt!

Just had a very nice day - had to go out for a meeting with the regeneration agency which took me in the general area of the Burrell Collection. Since I had nothing better to do today I took a wander down there, sneezed my way through the trees til i found it. huge place - took one of the guided tours for about an hour and a half and i think iv seen about a third of the place. Dont know when I'l go back but I'm going to try to soon. I can see all the exhibits but can't read the tiny descriptions next to them - which is why I took the tour. Loved some of the items there - the tapestries are amazing, the rooms which have been moved, every piece, from a castle to the gallery are amazing. All dark oak and amazing carvings, rich red and green soft furnishings. I wish I could live in those rooms. Theres a small egyptian collection there in an area which looks a lot like the Cullens house in Twilight! One disandvantage of that is that there were foxes and, my mortal enemy, the squirrel everywhere. I kept imagining them tapping on the glass to get in, then hundreds of them tapping until the glass broke and they swarmed in. Its not as crazy as it sounds! As usual I got VERY lost on the way home - ended up wandering in the opposite direction for about a half mile. Got an interview tomorrow for a call centre training course - just a 7 week training course for a job I dont really want to do which sounds horribly depressing but it might be kind of fun. Id get to use Zoomtext - which is software that I have been dying to try out - it would be so much better than my current crappy split screen magnifier. I also have a 'training session' (which I guess means interview) for a part time call centre position on Tuesday and I'm looking at new flats on Monday. Rather busy time ahead. I am slightly apprehensive of this weekend though - after the last weekend I am slightly tempted to barricade myself in the flat.

6 weeks til tenancy agreement ends :)

Horrible weekend because of the dick next door. His friends were round again and caused havoc. Nearly dialled 999 again when they were banging and kicking my door. They were thumping on the walls and yelling insults at me cos I wouldnt open my door to them, throwing what sounded like bottles against the wall to smash them. The stairs and the door of the ground floor flat are splashed with what I hope is red wine. Again Iv called the letting agent and theyv promised to talk to him. Fine - they can hold a whole conversation with him, Iv got viewings for 3 flats set up for next week. All within my budget and with washing machines - and hopefully minus that twat. I hate moving - I hate trying to figure out the finances of it and getting a moving van.

Dont worry - theres a bullet point summary at the end. you dont have to read it all!

Today was supposed to be so simple – all I was going to do was go to one little meeting and then go home. I should never be allowed to do anything on impulse! Went into Glasgow early and had lunch at Queen Street Station watching the people and the pigeons – the pigeons were more interesting. I was just beginning to get annoyed at the crazed flying fleabags when I noticed a few of them were missing toes or a foot each. One of them seemed to be missing both feet – just little lumps on the end of its legs, balancing with its wings when it had to stand or walk. Poor little things. Took a taxi out to where my meeting was in Partick at a centre for sensory impairment. First a guy who was on Big Brother year before last walked past me – he works at the radio station that broadcasts from the same building. I think his name was Micheal? He was the blind guy who liked slightly crazy clothes – today he was wearing a jacket in some kind of yellow leopard skin style print. Anyway – after the meeting I decided to try and walk back to the city centre rather than pay another £6 for a taxi. Big mistake! I was sure I was walking back the way the taxi had come but then it started bucketing rain, I got soaked head to toe by a bus and took refuge in a costa coffee. I saw a sign for Kelvingrove Gallery so thought 'while i'm in the area' and started walking the way the sign was pointing – only I ended up at the Huntarian Gallery instead. Had a fun couple of hours there – though they shoot whoever did the lighting on the ground floor level – all I could see in most of the pictures was the reflections of the extra bright spotlights. Up the stairs was a very nice collection of engravings and sketches. I was the only visitor in that area and it was so nice I could have moved in and lived there forever. I left there and saw another sign for the Kelvingrove Gallery so I walked through all the students leaving class and staring at me (I dont look THAT strange!) and walked to the Kelvingrove Gallery which was just closing. From there I tried to figure out how to get back to the city centre and get a bus home. Im not really sure what happened after that – I got pretty lost and ultimately ended up in Maryhill. Which should be about 2 miles apart but because I went in the closest thing you can get to a circle when your walking round a city modelled on a grid pattern (square? Hexagon?) I must have walked around twice that. I was certainly walking for nearly 3 hours. Finally got a taxi home from a Tesco I happened upon. So. in summary - I saw someone off the tv I got soaked to the skin by the rain and a bus I got very lost and walked for miles around parts of the city that iv never seen and never really intended to see. It cost me £11 taxi fare to get home from where I ended up :(