Hey, so this morning Matt got yet another Recruiter calling him saying he really wants to talk.
Just now when he talked to him again on the mobile, he said he needed to see him immediatley!!!! (basically).
So, tonight Matt is meeting him at the guy's departure gate at Dublin Airport, so they can interview. There was no other way, since the guy is flying back to Ennis tonight and was only in Dublin to interview people.
Matt just applied for this position. The guy seems really "keen" to talk to Matt. And tomorrow he is supposed to be making some decisions about interview-ees.
So, thats looking in the right direction. And I'm starting to think I would rather live in the West, anyhow (which is where the job is). Dublin is a little too much like every other city in the world. Maybe not the same, but not that different. The west of Ireland is more rural, and unchanged. And less poplated, so housing should be cheaper. Its really not cheap at all in Dublin.
Thats that :)
So the comedy show that we went to with the Brennan’s (Lisa and Leonard) and the Brennan’s (Daniel and Chevonne) and Sarah their sister, was quite an experience. It was in the Olympia Theatre, Dublin’s oldest theatres. Really nice, old style elegance. So the guy comes on and says something to the effect that this is what it would be like performing in Liberachi’s intestines…. Grrrrrreat….there goes my lovely image of classiness.
Last night we went to a pub (short for publican) we found when we walked a back way home from meeting last week. Its what you could truly consider the “local”. It’s a place called the Lower Deck. Est. 1857? Might have been 1867. Anyhow. We came in briefly a few night back because we wanted to see if it was dodgy or not. Sometimes, it’s the coolest most authentic seeming pubs, pour the best pints, have great carvery lunches---but that have the nastiest everything else. Like toilets with no seats, let alone no seat covers….I can’t hang there. So, we find that it’s a really nice place. And the bartender (who we later found out was also the owner) was a very cool older guy. I felt like we were ruining it a little for them because we were pretty obviously the only people in the place that were not there often and regularly. When we walked in the door every single face turned towards us (I assume thinking we would be someone they knew) I kept expecting them to yell “Norm!” when the right guy walked in :) We came back last night because they promised to have Trivia, and live ballad singing. And they delivered :) There was a banjo, a guitar (He’s the one that was singing), a fiddler, a bahdran, and an accordion. Oh so nice. And the best part is not once did they play Danny Boy, or When Irish eyes are smiling! It was all songs Matt and I had never heard before. Pretty cool.
So, we see a guy there that we see every morning (okay, afternoon) when we walk to the internet café/wherever we go. He lives 30 feet from our apartment, a much older house (brownstone?) that had its back to us, so we look into his garage when we walk by. He is a mechanic. And a very good one by the look of the cars that come in to him. Its seems he works out of his own garage, and has it all souped up to be this amazing mechanic garage (he tells us at the pub, that much more business goes on than fixing cars…. nudge nudge…. he “knows” people). So, when we run into him in the pub (lower deck) and tell him we just stumbled across this place, going home the back way, having no idea that it was there. He says: “It’s only been here about 500 years, how d’ya miss it?” I tell him we’ve only been here a month or two. No excuse :) Then he tells us what a jerk the guy that owns our apartment building is, and hat he basically tried to get the rest of the street evicted so he could buy up the property and build more places to charge ridiculous rents at. The mechanic guy (Seamus) says he’s lived there about 30 years. Spent 10 years in Chicago…. New York. But didn’t like the pace of life. We agreed :) So, like I said, he knows people. Says that he can get us a work permit in no time. But, acknowledged that first we have to get a job offer. At least when Matt does get hooked up, even if we don’t need this guy to help us out with the paper work part for him, maybe he could help me get a work permit without too much trouble. I’d have to go to school full-time to work part time with no permit. And anything else would be illegal, so I’ve figured that I’ll have to not work at all…But, if Seamus can help (legally), then maybe I can work part tie in a café or sumpin’ :)
That’s about it for now. There really haven’t been many changes with us, and I still have to finish the role of film I have from Glendolough to that we can show you all the pics.
Cheers
Last night we went to a pub (short for publican) we found when we walked a back way home from meeting last week. Its what you could truly consider the “local”. It’s a place called the Lower Deck. Est. 1857? Might have been 1867. Anyhow. We came in briefly a few night back because we wanted to see if it was dodgy or not. Sometimes, it’s the coolest most authentic seeming pubs, pour the best pints, have great carvery lunches---but that have the nastiest everything else. Like toilets with no seats, let alone no seat covers….I can’t hang there. So, we find that it’s a really nice place. And the bartender (who we later found out was also the owner) was a very cool older guy. I felt like we were ruining it a little for them because we were pretty obviously the only people in the place that were not there often and regularly. When we walked in the door every single face turned towards us (I assume thinking we would be someone they knew) I kept expecting them to yell “Norm!” when the right guy walked in :) We came back last night because they promised to have Trivia, and live ballad singing. And they delivered :) There was a banjo, a guitar (He’s the one that was singing), a fiddler, a bahdran, and an accordion. Oh so nice. And the best part is not once did they play Danny Boy, or When Irish eyes are smiling! It was all songs Matt and I had never heard before. Pretty cool.
So, we see a guy there that we see every morning (okay, afternoon) when we walk to the internet café/wherever we go. He lives 30 feet from our apartment, a much older house (brownstone?) that had its back to us, so we look into his garage when we walk by. He is a mechanic. And a very good one by the look of the cars that come in to him. Its seems he works out of his own garage, and has it all souped up to be this amazing mechanic garage (he tells us at the pub, that much more business goes on than fixing cars…. nudge nudge…. he “knows” people). So, when we run into him in the pub (lower deck) and tell him we just stumbled across this place, going home the back way, having no idea that it was there. He says: “It’s only been here about 500 years, how d’ya miss it?” I tell him we’ve only been here a month or two. No excuse :) Then he tells us what a jerk the guy that owns our apartment building is, and hat he basically tried to get the rest of the street evicted so he could buy up the property and build more places to charge ridiculous rents at. The mechanic guy (Seamus) says he’s lived there about 30 years. Spent 10 years in Chicago…. New York. But didn’t like the pace of life. We agreed :) So, like I said, he knows people. Says that he can get us a work permit in no time. But, acknowledged that first we have to get a job offer. At least when Matt does get hooked up, even if we don’t need this guy to help us out with the paper work part for him, maybe he could help me get a work permit without too much trouble. I’d have to go to school full-time to work part time with no permit. And anything else would be illegal, so I’ve figured that I’ll have to not work at all…But, if Seamus can help (legally), then maybe I can work part tie in a café or sumpin’ :)
That’s about it for now. There really haven’t been many changes with us, and I still have to finish the role of film I have from Glendolough to that we can show you all the pics.
Cheers
Hey there kids
The thing I forgot to mention about the other night when we had that great dinner at the scary doll place was that Matt lost his cell (pardon, its "mobile" here, and they look at 'cha cross-eyed when you say cell) phone. He was feeling a little “curried out” so, we rushed home in a taxi instead of walking the 15 minutes it would have taken us to get home. About 20 minutes later, he realizes that the phone “life link to the recruiting world” is not in the pocket he religiously keeps it in…..So we call it a few million times.
No answer.
And it’s on vibrate.
And the family we are living with are asleep on the other side of the thin wall from the living room phone. Then we call the sisters who treated us to dinner a little while earlier. She can’t find it either. So back to the interminable calling your own phone in the hopes that the guy who found/stole it will answer it:
“Hello love, how are you?”
“Great, now that you answered my phone!”
“You the lass from San Francisco I just dropped at Synge Street?”
“YES! I’m so glad you answered!”
“ It was on the floor of me back seat, I was wondering what was wrong with my car. You should get a ringer on that thing.”
“We had it on vibrate”
“Listen, I’m five minutes away in Rathmines, come out front and I’ll drop it back to ya.”
I love you nice taxi man :)
I though we would never see it again and would have to start all over again with all of our recruiter contacts and a new phone number….the guy even had passengers and still came all the way back to us to deliver the errant phone. Of course, he know Americans tip big :)
Home Front:
Matt and I are very ready to live in our own place again. Nothing like waking up to someone else’s baby trying to wake THEM up and them not wanting to get up yet so the baby just grunts and yells and makes general I’m a baby and need entertainment noises for a couple of hours so no one gets any peace :)
Not to mention this scenario: I’ve just turned on the hot water thingy and waited the 20 minutes it takes for it to heat up, and announce that I’m about to shower, in case any one should need to quick like use the potty; no answer, so I proceed to get my towel and trot off to the shower, when I’m interrupted by the “wait one moment I wash baby” statement. This means that Cherry is going to wash the dirty dipper baby bottom off in the shower I am going to be standing bare-footed in, moments from now. And (seeing how the plumbers didn’t remember to work in water pressure controls) the hot water I’ve waited for is going to be out in near record time. Because you can’t wash baby buns in cold water, by the time I get to rinsing the shampoo out of my hair the water has gotten luke-warm. So never mind the conditioner today then….
Job Front:
Matt is still getting massive interest from recruiters everyday, so I wouldn't even come close to saying that were close to giving up. Nowhere near! He's faxing an online-application (that’s right, had to print it out, fill it in, and fax the thing) to the University of Cork right now. He applied over the net for the job, and got a reply that session (on the net) saying the application entry date was passed, but to go ahead and fill this thingy out and it would be allowed as a late entry, making it sound like they really need more applicants that are qualified then so far they have gotten. And Matt fits the position really well. So that’s encouraging. And we would love to live in Cork. So we'll see.
They café has just announced that they are closing early tonight, so I’ll have to tell you about the comedy show we saw on Saturday with the Brennan’s, the Brennan’s and their sister. Rich Hall was the guy. I guess he used to be on Saturday Night Live.
And here’s a great book for introducing you all to why we decided on Ireland:
Pete McCarthy’s Bar, by Pete McCarthy.
Well worth a read.
Cheers
The thing I forgot to mention about the other night when we had that great dinner at the scary doll place was that Matt lost his cell (pardon, its "mobile" here, and they look at 'cha cross-eyed when you say cell) phone. He was feeling a little “curried out” so, we rushed home in a taxi instead of walking the 15 minutes it would have taken us to get home. About 20 minutes later, he realizes that the phone “life link to the recruiting world” is not in the pocket he religiously keeps it in…..So we call it a few million times.
No answer.
And it’s on vibrate.
And the family we are living with are asleep on the other side of the thin wall from the living room phone. Then we call the sisters who treated us to dinner a little while earlier. She can’t find it either. So back to the interminable calling your own phone in the hopes that the guy who found/stole it will answer it:
“Hello love, how are you?”
“Great, now that you answered my phone!”
“You the lass from San Francisco I just dropped at Synge Street?”
“YES! I’m so glad you answered!”
“ It was on the floor of me back seat, I was wondering what was wrong with my car. You should get a ringer on that thing.”
“We had it on vibrate”
“Listen, I’m five minutes away in Rathmines, come out front and I’ll drop it back to ya.”
I love you nice taxi man :)
I though we would never see it again and would have to start all over again with all of our recruiter contacts and a new phone number….the guy even had passengers and still came all the way back to us to deliver the errant phone. Of course, he know Americans tip big :)
Home Front:
Matt and I are very ready to live in our own place again. Nothing like waking up to someone else’s baby trying to wake THEM up and them not wanting to get up yet so the baby just grunts and yells and makes general I’m a baby and need entertainment noises for a couple of hours so no one gets any peace :)
Not to mention this scenario: I’ve just turned on the hot water thingy and waited the 20 minutes it takes for it to heat up, and announce that I’m about to shower, in case any one should need to quick like use the potty; no answer, so I proceed to get my towel and trot off to the shower, when I’m interrupted by the “wait one moment I wash baby” statement. This means that Cherry is going to wash the dirty dipper baby bottom off in the shower I am going to be standing bare-footed in, moments from now. And (seeing how the plumbers didn’t remember to work in water pressure controls) the hot water I’ve waited for is going to be out in near record time. Because you can’t wash baby buns in cold water, by the time I get to rinsing the shampoo out of my hair the water has gotten luke-warm. So never mind the conditioner today then….
Job Front:
Matt is still getting massive interest from recruiters everyday, so I wouldn't even come close to saying that were close to giving up. Nowhere near! He's faxing an online-application (that’s right, had to print it out, fill it in, and fax the thing) to the University of Cork right now. He applied over the net for the job, and got a reply that session (on the net) saying the application entry date was passed, but to go ahead and fill this thingy out and it would be allowed as a late entry, making it sound like they really need more applicants that are qualified then so far they have gotten. And Matt fits the position really well. So that’s encouraging. And we would love to live in Cork. So we'll see.
They café has just announced that they are closing early tonight, so I’ll have to tell you about the comedy show we saw on Saturday with the Brennan’s, the Brennan’s and their sister. Rich Hall was the guy. I guess he used to be on Saturday Night Live.
And here’s a great book for introducing you all to why we decided on Ireland:
Pete McCarthy’s Bar, by Pete McCarthy.
Well worth a read.
Cheers
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