Rapidly improving weather giving rise to a glorious afternoon of sun and temperatures in the mid 20s (celcius).
Catch up meeting with my boss. A lot to cover. Productive. We get on better – as I’ve said – than the first year or so I was here. The hour comes to an end and we begin to close. However, I bring the subject of pay up, again. I’ve taken the liberty of printing out some similar roles to mine that I’ve found online, paying more than I’m on, that I’ve got from the specialist websites I used in the past when I job hunted. Granted, there are lots of roles similar to mine that in fact pay less. Suffice to say I’m not printing or showing those. She seems quite blasé about it. But that’s not actually a bad thing. She doesn’t see it as a big deal. Perhaps. We’ll see. If it’s the FD’s decision (he and I have never really seen eye-to-eye) then I may be unlucky. It should not be his decision as he’s really not much more than an internal pen-pusher. If it’s the CEO or better still the Deputy CEO’s decision (he and I get on rather well) then a positive outcome would be more likely. Time will tell. It’s not a lot that I’m asking for. To reach the next milestone. But it’s important. To me. To help finance my new life.
I leave work early. 3 viewings to go to. The agent is standard sloane-ranger fare but that’s not unexpected given the area. We start with the ‘cheapest’ – still very expensive. I don’t much like it. Up too many flights of steps that would really put me off. 5 storeys or so and NO lift. Can you imagine? The flat a fair size but quite spartan and bland. An old, historic building though. Once upon a time it would have been a tenement block perhaps, in the 1800s.
The next one is ‘OK’. Hasn’t been let for a while. Landlord sounds a bit tight. Communal areas a bit rough around the edges. Nice street. Fair size. Not convinced though. I don’t warm to it.
The final and most expensive one I liked. To the surprise of the agent – there are people in. The parents of the guy who lives there. Ordinary, normal, northern, down to earth parents who are quite chatty and helpful. Their son – obviously successful in financial services, as we find out he’s buying his own place down the road – has lived here the past year. I like it. It’s more spacious than I expected. The kitchen has gas rather than hot rings which I hate. You can see the Thames from the bedroom window.
It’s too early to commit yet. I need to see more. I’m disheartened to hear that demand is outstripping supply. It’s not just me being taken in by the agent – I’ve other anecdotal evidence to suggest it’s true. It’s a bad time of year to be flat hunting. We’re approaching the busiest time of the year. Prices get inflated. But there’s not much I can do about that.
The young sloane-ranger drops me off and I head back to the station. I tell her I’ll be in touch. I have more agents to call – more places to see.