Contacts and things

Yesterday in the tram, classmate Jeske (cousin to a Dutch fashion designer and all-around wonderful person who brightens up my day) said "Tjee, zij kan echt kneitergoed naaien" (Gee, she can sew wonderfully well!). Another classmate of mine might know someone who needs a seamstress. Too bad it's in the center of Rotterdam. On the other hand, any experience is way better than none at all!
Jeske is going to ask around for me as well, her family is from Tilburg so perhaps they know a store where they do bespoke work. I didn't dare ask if her uncle needed an intern. Now that the move is over, I am confident enough to start asking around for positions.
I am also going to pick up orders as of January first. If you need a custom garment, do call me!

Today will hopefully bring us the new refridgerator. I've cleared a spot, made room for the men-carrying-heavy-things and unloaded the old fridge.
In another point of vicotry: I cleaned all the DVDs and CDs yesterday, one by one, and dried them off, and alphabetised them before I put them in the bookcase. We have one whole shelf left that does not yet have any books.

I'm getting to the point that I'm going to have to unpack boxes into other boxes. NoKey is not going to get around to doing it anytime soon and the boxes need to go back to the movers. Hopefully I'll get around to that today. There's also minutes to be sent around, groceries to be done and I really hope to get rid of those boxes soon.

In other, facepalm-worthy news, the UWV does not yet realise it's less-than-optimal for me to have to come to Rotterdam for a "I'm three months unemployed and pathetic" meeting.

Revenge of the Grrrrl

Last week's episode of mayhem with a drill is now continued in this new episode. After the deliverymen delivered a lovely new fridge, I set to cleaning the bathroom. And while I was at it, I might as well finish those little nagging chores like placing a few tidbits on the wall. There was a holder for the toilet paper still waiting to be installed upstairs (last bit of work until that bathroom was done!) and shortly after I found out that drilling through tiles is not very hard at all.

Despite what you might think, it went perfectly well and none of the tiles cracked, and when this upstairs success story was finished, I did some similar chores in the downstairs bathroom. The hooks went into the door, the toilet paper holder went into the wall, and I even managed an overhead feat of drilling many men might have problems with, if only because they're not as freakishly tall as I am and they need a stepladder.

Long story short:
- Cleaned swan neck of bathroom sink (ew, hair pins stuck in there);
- Cleaned downstairs bathroom and toilet;
- Placed toilet paper holder upstairs;
- Placed toilet paper holder downstairs;
- Placed glass shelf in bathroom;
- Placed towel rack.

Scratching things off my list; left right and center. And it feels goooood.
I still want one or two corner shelves for the shampoo bottles in the shower cabin, but this can wait until tomorrow. I'm far too busy soaking up my victory to cycle all the way to the Karwei.