Two Saturdays ago, I looked at half a dozen houses and applied for one.
It took until Tuesday afternoon for me to find out that I had not gotten it.
Last Saturday, I looked at another half a dozen and applied for 4.
The problem is that some are better than others. As luck or more likely an application of Murphy's Law, the least favoured two have been approved. The top of the list is at Tuesday afternoon still no word.
Asked for a reference when I rented "the lair" in '07 I said to the agent, "what the hell, don't you know who I am?" She snivilled like a barista asked for Earl Grey tea and responded, "it it its, wot me is told to do". A quick reference call to a clergyman of the Church of England and I was clutching a key.
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