The Ballad Of Pukey Van Der McGee

You’ll be needing this to understand the full spatial impact and relevance of the tale unfolding here.

OK, that’s a lie; I just felt like putting in a picture, if only because the rest of this has no pictures, and that’s a good thing in this case.

I wrote about this on the Social Medias, so here’s what was written, with possibly relevant footnotes;

 

OK, the appeal of job+place has grown three sizes tonight.

There’s a sportsball event on, so things are a bit loud out there, but it wasn’t too bad. Ignorable, shall we say.
Then ‘bunk 7’ staggered in, very drunk, eventually undressed in a way that gave the whole room a hole¹ eyeful, and passed out.
Then ‘bunk 8’, who started as ‘bunk 5’ until someone with limited English comprehension took it, came back with a companion who may have been the girlfriend who lives in Edinburgh he’d mentioned, and climbed into the bunk right under mine.
I’m told that they were doing what we’re all assuming they were doing, but given how quickly they left again … I’m not awarding high marks for staying power.
Then ‘bunk 7’ started throwing up. Like, a lot.
‘Bunk 6’ had left in annoyance/disgust by this point, and a while later a staff member came in to look around², which gave me an idea as to where #6 went.

I eventually checked that #7 was still breathing & left before I gave in to the urge to drag him into the shower using his sheets.
Took a walk around (at 0230) to … Well, to calm down. The city was crawling with revelers and their remnants; I’ve seen worse, but only once.

Got back, with the vague intention of setting up the computer in the hostel lobby, only to find that they’d found a room I could move to, and that #6 was already there.

Filling in some gaps here, we started with me (#4), a guy from Tokyo who can apparently sleep through everything (#2), and a guy from El Salvador (#5) whose English wasn’t up to dealing with accents yet, so a hostel in Scotland and roommates from Manchester (#8) and South Africa (#7) were … unhelpful.
Beds 1 & 3 were empty, but with bedding ready to be deployed.
Beds 6, 7, & 8 were empty but assigned to someone.

In his defense, I was impressed that #7 managed to open the door.
Even managed to find his bed on the fourth attempt, using his phone as a light source, though he lost points on the disrobe; I’ve seen a laundry rack fall down a staircase with more grace.
He did try to make it to the bathroom at one point, but noticed that #8 and friend had entered³, covered his bits, and went back to his own bed to make horrible noises.

#2, as I said, could sleep through everything, and #5 had turned himself into a burrito with the duvet and was facing the wall by the time I got up.

The hostel staff had apparently not taken #6 seriously when he complained (he was slumped in a chair in the lobby when I got down there, apparently planning to spend the night), but when I showed up from the same room with the same story, they got more serious. Also the dongpenguin who’d ‘checked’ the room got very quiet & became uninterested in eye contact, possibly because he was useless and we all knew it.
In all reluctant fairness, the guy was there during a lull in the barfstorm, and I think the mattress/sheets dealt with an amount of the … output of the exercise, so there wasn’t too much of a smell.

Thanks to the sportsball, there were no rooms available, and the hostel folks were apologetic about it, because there wasn’t anywhere else they could move either #6 or I to. Turned out this wasn’t the case; There was an entire empty 8-bed dorm, which they found after I went for a walk.

The adventure continues at maybe 0330h;

In a new room now, far away from the horrors of the night before.
Went back to get my stuff and found that two more people had arrived; they missed out on _all_ of the fun. And looked kind of hungover themselves.

#7 had moved more onto the bed, so I’m assuming he lived. Either that or the guy opposite him got sick of seeing a drunkard’s arse pointed at him, wedged a broomstick up there, and used it as a lever to get the idiot back on the bed.

Is it just me, or was that overly-specific? It felt overly-specific†.

#1 & #3 had arrived while we were gone; Presumably they’d booked the rooms for crashing in after the game & post game drinking. I spotted them when I went back to the room to grab my cellphone charger; Left the rest of my stuff until morning.

It turns out that I’d missed something while I was back there, but #6 noticed it because he grabbed all of his gear, and thus got deeper into the danger zone.

OK, giving up on figuring out what ELSE was going on in that room last night. (was that a song? Primus, maybe, or Butthole Surfers?)

Turns out that when #6 went back to collect his stuff, there was someone else asleep in bunk 6.
Possibly him from an alternate universe, #6′.

OK, this is turning into a terrible ‘Prisoner’/’Mirror Mirror’ crossover, with maybe a tinge of ‘Gallagher Plus’. If you’ll excuse me, I have a script to write.

For some more context, by the time #6 swapped rooms, it had to be 0300 at least.
There’s no way they re-booked the room at 0300, so either my alternate universe theory is correct, or yet another unknown person came to be in that room. I didn’t notice them when I picked up my stuff at 0930 or so, though I did see that #8 was back.

The new & late arrivals (#1 & #3) were checking out that day, and looked … seedy like Sunday morning.
Thee were some horribly familiar ‘cat throwing up on something expensive’ noises from the bathroom at one point, but it turned out to just be a bad smoker’s cough.

And now I’m in a different room, a nicer room, a less vomity room.
#6 ran into Pukey Van Der McGee in the bar on Sunday evening, and was able to determine that he’s still staying here, in the same room, and that the hostel aren’t bouncing him. I’m assuming there’s a reason.

And aren’t you glad there were no photographs?


¹ Not a mis-spelling
² Somehow missing the pallid South African arse sticking out into the space between bunks 5 & 7
³ What?
† I’m assured that it wasn’t too specific unless someone actually did it, which I choose to interpret as “those splinters could have been from anywhere”
‘ is  the notation for “alternate”, in the sense of the other one of this variable? I thought it was, but I’m not sure.

Snow, Though Not Much Of It, In Edinburgh

We found ourselves back in Edinburgh, in no small part because even those places looking to hire people “immediately” in Inverness actually meant “we’ll take a look at CVs over a week or so, then do interviews a week or so after that”, which … Was sub-optimal.

I did start the job-applying process in Inverness; At least, that portion which involved sitting inside, in the approximate warmth, updating my CV¹ & signing up with a recruitment site, then flinging applications out into the void, never to be heard from again.

¹ It needed a fair bit of updating, and a certain amount of reconciliation between different versions.
WINZ had me do at least one, maybe two, and a career guidance firm who I was pointed at after the redundancy also had a go at one.
I’m not sure who did the version with the left and right aligned text on the same line; It looks nice, with the dates off on the other side of the page, but it turns out that right tabs are a thing that exist in Word, and that you don’t need to get the effect by hitting ‘space’ a lot. Equally, there’s a difference between a section and a page break, in that one of them doesn’t mean I spend ten minutes trying to work out why I can’t change the headers & footers across the document all at once.

I’m staying in a hostel where, rather than numbering the rooms, they’ve named them, along with the assigned beds; I’m in the Lord of the Rings room, bed & locker Samwise.

Other rooms on this floor include “Will & Kate” and “Batman and Robin”.

Merry and Pippin were already moved in, though not in evidence when I got there; They turned up later. Frodo has yet to make an appearance.

The hostel is a bit historic;

High Street Hostel operates inside a historical 470 year old building formally known as Morton House. The resident, Earl of Morton, was beheaded in 1581, a consequence of his involvement in the murder of Mary Queen of Scots’ husband.

Tried to get a decent shot of the exterior wall in the room, but … I’d need a wide angle lens or something. Near as I can tell it’s the real thing.

  

There’s not a huge amount to report at this stage.

I inadvertently applied for a permanent job with ESRI UK while in Inverness (It seems that the job search site regards those settings as guidelines, rather than what you actually wanted), but decided that, if it were to come up, I’d be fine with that.
They contacted me a day or so ago to ask about salary expectations, and I’ve heard nothing since. Hopefully I didn’t scare them off by pitching too high.

I’ve also had a string of emails as my CV was passed from recruiter to recruiter on it’s way to Bangkok.
Last I heard on that one, it was with the actual client.
No idea why a hotel aggregation site want a temporary GIS bod, but I’m keen to find out.


Caught up with some Edinburgh folks last night.

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