Apartment hunting in Melbourne is the worst. Is it my fault for being a single girl in her early twenties? Maybe they all see my application and decided that either a) I’ll be having wild parties with all my rebellious mates or b) I’ll be adopting 70 cats because I’m so single and lonely. I feel like writing in the ‘extra comments’ section of every application form: I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. DON’T LIKE LOUD MUSIC. MORE OF A DOG PERSON.
But whatever, they can say what they like. I have a stable job at a police station. I mean, I might not have a place to live, but I can still sort evidence bags like a pro. The worst thing about apartment hunting is that I often have to go to apartments or just residences that are part of crime scenes. I know I shouldn’t, but while I’m there, I can’t help but wonder about how they decorated, how much it costs a month, of the landlord lets them have pets…and it’s even worse when there’s been a murder, because then I know there’s a chance that the place will be available to rent soon. I’m trying to focus on putting the correct stuff in the correct evidence bag and all I can think about is how I can get the drop on whoever’s looking for this place. Terrible, I know. Last week I was investigating a crime scene in an inner city apartment, which was just plain gorgeous. I could never afford it, and my job isn’t even that close to the inner city (we were covering for another team) but I still got distracted, talking to the landlord. Got to keep my head in the game. Otherwise the tamper evident packaging is going to get back to the lab in a thoroughly tampered state.
Shouldn’t be too long now. I mean, it’s not like I’m this flaky with paying the rent!
-Abigail