Sunday 30 November 2008

Moving, mess and pralines

Wooho, big day!

Yeah, of course it's big. The flat just got too small with all these people around here. It was so nice and quiet until now.

I like them! Her sis is preeeeetty and the fiancée is funny. And all the interesting stuff they brought with them! Hey look at that! A TeeeeeeVeeeeee!


It isn't working. And look at the mess. We just can't move around at all, can we? And look at the jungle they made of our favourite place!


John, I'm more worried about She and her packing. Sitting in that suitcase isn't too comfy.


Bah, don't worry, She wouldn't dare to put us there. We might even travel in her pocket, now that would be exciting. Anyway, lets talk about how are we going to sneak into the kitchen in this mess to eat up all the pralines our new flatmates brought?

Pssst, John! I've checked, the kitchen is all cleaned up by now and the chocolate is hidden on the top cupboard: we can just climb up the chair, then jump to the drawers, use the windowsill to get to the toaster, climb the microwave and eat up all we find!

Thursday 27 November 2008

Hic sunt dracones

False Fact No1: The recruitment agencies are to help you.

The recruitment agencies claim that all they want to do is to assist you in finding your dream job, the one you are the best for. They will consult you and advise you and herd your jobseeking sheep into a safe port of employment.


That's a bit of a mixed picture there John. Literally.

That's all wrong. The employment agencies want to earn profit, like the Ferengies.

Yes, we are definitely watching too much Star Trek DS9 nowadays.

All they care about is the money money money what they receive from the employer. They are called Client, you are called jobseeker. If they think you are even a small, tiny, itsy-bitsy, wee, little risk of making the Client discontent with your CV being presented you suddenly simply don't exist. You don't get any feedback from them. Nothing. Nada. Niente.

False Fact No2: The recruitment agencies are aware of the current Europen Union members and regulations.

This is how agencies seem to think: everything what lies further than The Isles is like "Here be dragons".


Hungary (and Poland) is a vicious far-far away country where higher education and work is not existant. In that place, where dragons rule you eat chocolates at work all day, don't have any responsability and naturally not one dragon talks English so they can't give you a valid reference. Face it: outside the UK there is no life. At all.

False Fact No3: Whoever goes to work for a recruitment company likes to work with people.

Just like teachers. Ever had a terrible terrible teacher who hated kids and found them the major obstacle in doing their work well? Most of the recruitment agents don't like to be directly contacted or bothered with applications. Send your CV and they will read it. Or not. You don't have UK experience? Oh well, tough luck buddy.

False Fact No4: All the agencies are rude.

Nah, there are some nice ones actually. But they don't give a shit about you either, they just communicate it nicely.

Moral of the story: if you have seen the same advert from 5 different agencies on the main job sites go to the local newspaper's online version and will find the company's ad with the same text and apply there. You have way more chance to get any feedback.

John, this wasn't a story. And that's no moral either.

Tuesday 25 November 2008

Princess business

I feel so sorry for the comfy coach and armchair She sold this weekend. I know there is no place for it now, that Her sister moves in with that even more comfy and soft and luvly coach, but I still miss the old one. We sat there so many times with John.

I hated the flowers. It was girly. And ugly. And John doesn't have time for fuglies.

I know they liked it too, at least they liked to sit on them. She regret selling it so cheap especially that we know who bought it.

Hahaha, ok, that's hilarious. I mean Princess Reni! And her footmen!

Shh, let me tell the story: so, many people wanted to get their hands on the comfy sofa but the fastest girl was Princess Reni. Surely it isn't her real name, but on the community site she does have this nick and even advertise it. Also she works for a model agency


Yeah sure, model agency...

and has all kind of photos on her user page. And she didn't come to get the sofa but sent two footmen of hers to pack and carry and drive.

Well, to tell the truth I wouldn't mind being sold to that princess....ehhe...ehhe.

Monday 24 November 2008

Is this thing on at all?

I'm so proud that She asked us to broadcast about Their moving! We can write all about it and She said if we do it well we can continue after arriving to London!

Yeah but of course She hasn't got the time just running around all day then sits down and whines, isn't She? It's far, no sun, always rainy, no work, yay what are we going to do blahbla blah... Or cries. Or laughs. She gives me headache. I think she's getting crazy, shouldn't we call the ambulance?

Sshhh, don't be nasty! He just went away after They already packed half of the flat, we have seen the boxes, didn't we? We surely are going now! So exciting, we are moving to the UK next Wednesday!John is of course all sceptical but I'm sure we will enjoy ourselves, UK is such a great place. I mean in a country where the shops are full of Cadbury Cream Eggs at Easter must be a good one. Also I trust Him and Her: they really care about us, no way we would end up in a bad place.

If you say so...I'm still not convinced! They have eaten all that Truff...el..le..t thing They got from Their friends without leaving us any, didn't They?

Albert of course thinks everything is just fine. But after packing and taking away half of the boxes and stuff He got his big red suitcase (a.k.a. valigia) and vanished today evening. I think it's suspicious at least.
Maybe He went to blow up that UK place.

He must have gotten back to that place where that Old Bear is and where we generally sit with the books and the weird fan. I still don't really understand this whole thing They call moving. Does it mean we will all live together? No more flying to and fro, sometimes to the Bear place where He talks that ugly language, then back to Her where we can finally move all around?

Well, They move together smartie. That means They want to do all that weird things They do together....

Yeah, like those moon shaped cookies we saw yesterday! I wouldn't mind Them doing that every day!... and got bored with all that sitting on airplanes (I tell you, hoomans just shouldn't fly, leave that for ducks) and honestly, I got bored with that old bear. He's half deaf and all he can talk about is some puppenwagen whatever that is. Also I heard that She got fired, that's why they are moving. Wouldn't wonder if it turned out that She messed up something really badly.

Naaah, you know that isn't true!
Anyway I'm getting tired. Again, how many sleeps till we move?

9 if we go to bed now.