By Friday of that first week, everyone in the area is dog-tired, starry-eyed, and looking
for help. After a week of walking ALL over the damn city, I walked into The Mitre on
High Street (part of the Royal Mile, about 1/2 mile or so from the castle) to visit Nicholas, who
had started working there not two days prior. He was standing there talking to his manager
and another employee. I was introduced, and then Neil (the manager) mentioned they still
needed more help to this other employee, and promptly walked away. I looked at Nicholas,
shrugged, put my folder filled with resumes in my bag and asked for an application (what the
hey, I might as well have some fun while I'm job-hunting, right?).
C'mon, what's wrong with this picture?
I've now discovered in a more real sense that job-hunting is really like shopping,
perhaps more specifically shopping for a car, or better yet--shopping for underwear.
You've got to find the one that fits you just right. I have been a bartender at The Mitre on High
Street for just under a week now, and I can honestly tell you that I love it. While I have taken a
paycut of over 70% of what I was making in the states, it is hard work with a lot of elbow-
grease involved, but very rewarding. I meet and work with people from all over the world, get
to practice a little Francais once in a while, hear crazy stories, and kick out prostitutes. What
Nicholas decided to take a quick nap before we go out to celebrate being 100% established in a foreign country.
I let him sleep for a bit, then wake him up with a little 'Jack in bed.'
Meanwhile, a LOT of tequila is consumed downstairs, as the hostel staff puts on an impressive display of accelerated drinking.
Now, I know there's a lot of concerned mothers reading this, so let me shift gears here
for a minute. Living in a hostel takes a lot out of a person, including starving a person
nutritoinally. Do not worry, because if you click the link below 'Where in the world is
scheides?' you will find your way to the front door of my new flat. I met the sweetest old
couple last Wednesday named the Duguids (read: Do Goods) who had the sweetest old flat
on the South edge of old town you've ever seen. Nicholas did most of the schmoozing and I
had the pleasure of finishing the deal of talking the Duguids out of a one year lease and into a
Ah, I'll buy myself a nice duvet on the morrow.
(those are towels, btw)
It really is a cool place. It's on the fourth floor, above Central Takeaway, one of the best
takeaway fish & chips shops this side of I don't know where with two bedrooms, bath, kitchen,
livingroom, etc. Nicholas and I are sharing one bedroom for the moment and letting Emily
take the other. The flat is not too big and not too small, and the coolest part about the place is
that it's located essentially in the heart of the city. We can all walk/stroll to work in under ten
All is well in Edinburgh for now, I'm eating healthy (except for the takeway fried food
thing...) and being sure to delve into local culture. I haven't given up on the IT job hunt for
now, just doing my best to indulge in the remaining half of the Fringe Festival and just line up interviews on the side. So yea, that's it for the Cheese Toasty update, see ya next time!
The new office.
13/6 Teviot Place
Take a virtual tour of my flat!
where in the world is scheides?