home
OK, so after the weekend celebrations of being back home (and of course the UK has thought of nothing better than welcoming me back with windy showers) and a stint of the runs (is that TMI?), now comes the lovely find-yourself-a-job-and-a-place-to-live time. I wish I could skip it, and I fully sympathize with Tom about how dreadful it all is. And I thought I was not too picky: a single room in a flat/houseshare, max. 80 quid/month, can share with pets/children/smokers/satan worshippers/you name it.
I'm starting my jobsearch, and this time I won't make the same mistake as in France, where I was (wrongly) convinced that my salary was already taxed, and so I had to get in debt in order to fork out a fortune to the taxman at the end of the year (I was young and careless at that time and I had squandered it all in Gay Pareez).
Very helpful tool (again via plasticbag) that will help me calculate what I can actually spend out of the gross salary.