I have to say, I'm happy with the computer. But I can't think of any computer that I wasn't happy with. Oh, except my little notebook. That piece of crap didn't have enough memory. I only use it for work but it freezes all the time because there's just not enough memory. And over anything. I could just be working with no other windows open and it freezes. It freezes when using the internet too. Ridiculous.
I liked my old laptop that I bought with my housing benefits money. It was great. I got a lot of use out of that. It was £600 which was kind of upper range. But it got to the point where it was just really outdated and games weren't running. A couple times it overheated so I had to re-apply the thermal paste. So I was really trying to keep it going. I was even about to buy more memory and try to install the 64 bit of Windows Vista (I had 32 on there but needed 64 for the memory to be recognised) but then the screen died and I decided that was the end.
In other news, I was checking out the rent situation in Dublin on Numbeo.com. Almost 50% cheaper. Can you believe that shit? If this thing goes through, I should be able to save a fortune. And presumably I'd be paid the same or more than I'm currently getting. The job requires much faster turnaround for the work so surely it pays much more.
But it's not just rent. Just about everything is cheaper. Restaurants, alcohol (except in stores, oddly), most all food, transportation is way lower, all clothes, and buying a flat is a whopping 75% cheaper than in London.
So the big costs are rent and transportation. Both are massively less in Dublin.
Plus, it's just such a better place to live. The people were friendly, no Muslims, few blacks. I remember walking around and just couldn't believe that I was there. That such a place even existed was beyond my comprehension.
And when I returned the phone call of this woman who called about the job, I spoke to a very enthusiastic receptionist. When I introduced myself and said I was returning the phone call, you could hear the excitement in her voice. "Oh, it's that American guy gracing us with a return phone call. I'll put you through straight away."
The owner of the place asked why I wanted to move to Dublin. Again, in a deferential fashion. "Why a big strong American like yourself want to move to Dublin?"
But yeah, it would be great. I really liked it there. It was the best place I've ever been. And then I came to London: the worst place I've ever been.
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