house hunt: rejections and rabies

this keeps getting better and better.

3 days left, and we've finally selected the house we're going to shift into. Lease on the verge of expiring. 90% of all stuff packed, which means I'm living out of a suitcase and eating out of the single plate which I need to wash when I finish... and the Embassy society calls an emergency meeting to ban Bachelors from living in it.

I'm beginning to get a feel of how a discriminated minority feels.

So now we need to vacate by Wednesday, and there's no alternative in sight. I need to think of some options, fast. Managed to recover the token money, at least; was worried about that, since this Arora broker is so cheap he only makes missed calls until you call him back.

We can either now

1. search, finalize, and sign up for another option - probably as a compromise solution, settling for what we can get because there's no time;

2. Extend the lease and search for another place properly;

3. Renew. Which means dropping S.

After we got this call in the morning, unwashed and unbreakfasted, we were practically biking from broker to broker to more house options, subsisting on tea and cigarettes. And finally when I come back home in the evening, the pups living in the compound greeted me so enthusiastically that I realized they'd drawn blood when I went to wash up.

Which means rabies shots tomorrow.

Drat.

And there's a dubious plan being implemented in office which promises to triple my workload over the coming 3 months.

Life is Beautiful.