The joys of being homeless ermmmmm I mean a nucleargraduate……

By Laura Bohill | lightbulbs | February 21, 2012

With the end of every training Zone comes the start of a new secondment. This means packing everything I own back into my car (Yes it is depressing knowing that everything I own fits in my car) and moving location and into a new house……..no nothing is ever that easy.

It all goes a little like this…………………………

  • T – 26days: 300 mile drive from Bristol to Cumbria in an attempt to find a 3 bed, furnished dwelling for a 6 month contract
  • T - 25days: 300 mile drive back to Bristol with only one feasible option
  • T – 19days: Estate agent informs us our only option has been taken off the market

Back to square one

  • T – 18days: An email from someone that spotted our add for accommodation!!
  • T – 17days: Photos of the new prospective pad

 3 very happy nucleargraduates and a sense of relief as a text is sent to secure the house as we walk towards the departure gate on our way to Texas for our 3rd training zone.

  • T – 16 to – 3 days: An intense 2 week deep fried training zone and 3 calm grads oblivious to the perils that await them back in the UK.
  • T -2 days: A very long return flight from Texas and travel back to Bristol with a 24.9kg suitcase plus cabin luggage to collect my car and belongings.
  • T -1 day: 5.5 hour drive through traffic works and the back roads (stupid Sat Nav) to Whitehaven.
  • T – 14hours: 8.15pm I arrive outside my new home! Finally

….hmmmm there are no lights on???……. new landlords phone goes straight to voice mail……I leave a voicemail…… I wait…….I phone again……..voicemail…..I text…….I wait…….I wait……I leave angry voicemail……..I wait……….

  • T – 12hours: 10.30pm I check into a hotel
  • T – 10hours: I receive apologetic text and calmness sets in…….sleep
  • T -15mins: Arrive at my new house for the 2nd time

The landlord has nipped out to the shop but left the front door open so I let myself in and have a quick nosey……it smells a bit funny…hmmm…living room…tidy not clean….but a nice room….kitchen….conservatory both brilliant…but again not clean…note to self buy bleach….

Bathroom next…not bad…wait a minute…….bathroom again…..NO SHOWER!…shock and horror…self reassurance it will be fine we will ask him to install a shower…… Up the stairs…………..

Bedrooms…..filthy!!!!!!…Someone else’s underwear in a wardrobe…the carpet..oh god the carpet….hand to mouth in horror…1 bed missing a mattress and one yet to be assembled……..I’ve had enough!!!!

The other graduates are due to arrive later and are oblivious………………..

  • T : 10.30am Tuesday 14th February……Valentines Day (Thought I’d add that in for an added attempt to generate sympathy)

I get back in my car……… start the engine……………put my two hands on the steering wheel and realise I have nowhere to go…………Daddy…….there are times in a 25 year old girls life where she needs her dad and this is one of them….international dial tone….he’s in Dublin!!! Typical…………..Who to call??? ….where to go.????

Luckily Cumbria is home to the nucleargraduates head office so I land on their front door dazed, confused, helpless, hopeless, an emotional wreck.

One of the best things about this scheme is the graduates on it, it doesn’t matter what discipline or cohort they’re in or have been….and because we are some of the nicest, most sincere, enthusiastic and helpful graduates you will ever come across I found myself at the kitchen table of some Cohort 5′s (Who I hadn’t quite had the opportunity to meet yet) with a cup of tea and 4 pairs of sympathetic ears.

I no longer felt alone and was made welcome while I sorted out the whole homelessness situation.

I won’t mention names but I’d like to thank the Cohort 5′s that kindly put a roof over myhead for the last few days.

…………..It only makes you stronger

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