I’ve calmed down a little bit now so I can unburden the unpleasantness of yesterday without launching into a vitriolic attack on someone that could lead to arrest and incarceration for online defamation.
Basically, the girl at the Housesitting Agency was just bloody rude. Our usual contact was off sick so this dragon had been hauled in from another office somewhere and didn’t have a clue why we were there and wasn’t really interested in finding out. Eventually she looked up the file for the house in Suffolk and told us that it has already been offered to another couple who are likely to take on the sit.
We said “Hang on - we were asked to do it last Friday and we were given a week to think about it. How come it’s been offered to someone else?”
She rambled along on some roundabout of disinterest, spilling out multiple layers of bullshit as she span past, and said something like “Looks like they’re new people and the company are keen to get them in somewhere quick so we can keep them”
We pointed out that we are currently paying rent on a place because the Agency hadn’t found us anywhere, and she snorted a bit and said “I’m sure something will turn up.”
It was all very confusing and disappointing, and we’re not sure where we stand now. So Philippa is very unhappy and tearful and is starting to panic about homelessness again.
Everything felt great on Thursday - how has life collapsed into a hole of desperate uncertainty so quickly?
It’s other people, that’s what it is, it’s always other people.
RC 24-5-14
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