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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Monday 16 January 2006 (Day View)
16.01.2006 – Monday 16 January – Keys & Rental Applicants
- • I spend the morning not finding the statistical analysis of teaching evaluations that I need to find, and then head off to put up rental notices at the Wesley, and from there, uni. I meet Clint at uni, and we go searching for noticeboards that will never be exposed to IT or engineering types, and place rental notices upon them in such a way that intelligent and feminine eyes will find them. We then make our way, very slowly, to the city, where I get keys cut.
- • Alex, our first rental applicant, is met at the train station and shown around the house. After this, Clint and we go Microwave hunting, finally running one down in a shopping trolley, as it was trying to hide under a table.
- • Bronwen and I walked up to the train station and met Alex. He is from Zimbabwe, but of Greek Orthodox heritage. He seemed friendly, chatting about Zimbabwe, himself, and what he wanted from a share house. He was quite worried about noise, saying that as his parents are paying full fees for his education, he can’t afford to fail anything, and that he studies “militarily”, even though he’s doing business at QUT—not something that has a reputation for being overly difficult. He says that he’s the sort of bloke “people want to be around” when he’s not in studying mode, and was concerned about the location of the nearest cheap fresh fruit, vegetable and bread store.