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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Inverness! Life Is Indoors There … Inverness! In The Frosty Air …

What? It scans.


First, the basics.
Inverness is cold.
Bloody freezing, in fact, when the wind’s blowing, but it’s OK, because the houses are built for it, and have heating.

At least, that’s what we thought.
Turns out that this place is being run … cheaply, so the heating isn’t turned on all of the time.
Or even most of the time.
Maybe 8 hours total, so the house never really warms up, and it certainly doesn’t stay warm.

To his credit, the owner did bring us an electric oil-fin heater when we complained, so that’s a good thing, and it did help a lot to be be able to make at least the room we were currently in warm.

There’s also no guest kitchen, thought there is a microwave and fridge available, so our plans for Christmas Day food had to be adjusted.
Or so we thought.

The place doesn’t have full-time staff, but does have a live-in student who does cleaning and so on, and who was going to be away for the holidays; They have a system for when people turn up and said student’s not there, involving a code-box by the front door with the key in it, and named cards with room keys taped to them giving directions to the room.
After we let in some other guests one evening a few days into the stay, so that they didn’t have to call the owner to get talked in, he asked whether we’d be interested in a deal; We deal with guests when we’re here, and handle the money & registration forms, in return for access to the staff kitchen while the regular student was away.
We said yes, and it worked out nicely.
It even meant better internet, because we now had access to the room where the WiFi lives.

I’d been considering hostel work as a thing I might like to try, and this was a nice introduction to it.
Plus, it’ll let me tell possible employers/work-for-accommodation traders that I have some experience, and they should therefore give me a job.


So, on to the photos.
Having prodded the options in my online hosting, it seems that there is an API, and that it might be possible to knock something together which could give me a bunch of embedding links at once, or at least would do it without having to get the dratted things one at a time from the online portal, because … that’s getting old. It’s not tolerant of crappy internet connections, and this is a crappy internet connection.

The River Ness, at more or less the edge of the centre of the city.
The guest house lies over the bridge and down the road.

There’s been a lot of rain.
As we got to Inverness a storm was heading for Scotland, and it hit a few days into the stay, over to the west. Thus, we got some strong winds, and some solid blasts of rain, but it was mostly visible in the river rising.
A lot.

This area, on a couple of wee islands in the river, was not normally flooded. The trees, and park bench, sticking out of the water are a subtle clue.

The upstream end of the island was hardened with stone.
Not sure how far down it goes, because, as you can see, it was pretty much at the water level.

Also, that end of the island really looked like the bow of a ship.
A stone ship, heavily laden, making it’s way upriver.

The lamp-posts on the island gave it a somewhat All Aboard For Narnia vibe, to be honest.

There was also this; One watercourse crossing another, with an interesting pedestrian bridge for good measure.

We had hail one day, which made it look, for a brief moment, as thought it was snowing.

New Years Eve happened.
I don’t think we were the only residents at that time, but everyone else was out, so it amounted to the same thing.

The bit of Inverness that the guest house is in is bordered by the River Ness on one side, and the Caledonian Canal on the other.
The canal’s a good walking and running route, thanks to the tow-path, and there are points where river & canal are right next to each other, demonstrating that there is one hell of a height difference between the two.
Thus, the locks.

And then there were these things, in the window of a furniture store.

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