Job- and househunting in Madrid- not an easy thing at all

So here I'm back again; after one month of looking for a decent place to live, I was just too busy and stressed to post sthg new in my blog.
I was living 6 months in the office where I worked (I had a small room for free in the same flat) which was only good because I just had to open the door and I was at work (still I never managed to be there on time), and also, if i felt tired I could just go into my room and have a siesta. But the bad thing abt it was that after finishing work at 7pm, I could not say "Im going home", I said "well then, Im going into my room". And as my sister and her bf (my bosses) are workaholics, they used to say til later, so I was in my room hearing them typing and obvioulsy, could not disconnect from anything. Apart of that, the area was not very idillic - it was located in Las Tablas, as locals call it "satellite cities", or "sleeping cities" - ppl only go there to sleep. It is a new area in the north of the city, around 45 mins by metro from town centre. The building boom here is still alive, and every m2 is used to build new blocks, which all look the same and somehow, all have a "paddel" court and a common swimming pool (paddel is sthg similar to tennis but the court is smaller). But the flats here are new and more affordable than in town centre, and therefore, many middle-class ppl opt to live in a boring area but have a nice flat with a new kitchen (still I wonder why the hell there is not a single supermarket around, but pharmacies and banks in every corner).
So, I was quite desperate to move out from there and seriously starting to fall into depression. As with the trainee-money I was earning at my sis company I could never afford to live somewhere in town centre, the first thing I had to do was to look for a new decent-paid job, and then I could finally afford to live in a nice flat in the lively city. But being used to german salaries, 1000 euros brutto a month didnt sound much to me (and well, the fact that I fluently speak 4 languages was not a serious advantage neither, unless you wish to opt for a career as a telesales-person). Another thing was that I felt a bit disappointed as most of my interviewers did not even know what a BA was, and I had the feeling that all these 3 years of my expensive tourism studies in England were for nothing. So I gave up looking for a job in tourism (as well-paid trainee positions here are a scarce thing and all I got offered were waiter or if lucky, receptionist positions). I inserted my cv in the german industry chamber and finally got a call from a lawyers office, the lady told me they were looking for an administrative with english and german. I wasnt really keen on the offer, as somehow was till hoping to get sthg in my study area, and arrived late to the interview. I thought they would send me back home because of this but it was not the case. When we finally arrived to the last part of the interview, I wanted to kiss the interviewers feet when I heard the salary they offered. There was not much to think about, the job sounded good and I needed the money so I could finally live the life of a normal person again. So that is how I ended up in a lawyers office, and even though I do not think the job will ever get me to start studying law, I feel happy and grateful not having to bother about the money anymore.
So, finally a managed to get a decent job...but I did not know that looking for a decent place to live would give me such a headache.
I moved in to Marcos place for a month as it was much closer going to work from there as from Las Tablas. This was seriously the closest I ever got to feel how it must be to be married - very scary I must say. But the thing was, they were planning to sell the house, so that 1st of june was the date when we had to move out. As always, we left the househunting for the last. So on the 15th, we started to get nervous - hey, remember we gotta move out in 2 weeks, and unless we'd fancy living under a bridge, we should start looking for sthg. The difficult part of the thing was going to be to find something for both of us - we got the brilliant idea to rent out one room only and save some money instead of renting out two separate rooms (Marcos has his own room at his grandfathers place and I still keep my room in Las Tablas just in case we should get too much on each others nerves). And in almost every ad it said: "Sorry, no pets and no couples". So, what could we do?
The first thing we saw was a room which sounded good in the ad - big room with big bed in a nice flat - for "only" 500 euros a month - and couples accepted!! But when we went to see it, it was a tiny room with no window - 500 euros for the dream to live in Madrid trendy area in calle Fuencarral. The next things we were going to see were all had a catch in it. Too small, too old, too dark, too expensive, (most of them are too expensive, but you wont find anything good under 400 euros a month in town centre). I must say it was a small adventure too, as we got into all kind of houses and flats, with all kinds of different people living in there - posh people, gay people, lesbians, immigrants, students, workers...One place we saw was a tiny appartment with a Bolivian woman and her little daughter, she rented out a small room with a double bed for 450 euros - or a peruvian guy who rented out his room and said he was going to sleep in the living room - typical circumstances for latin american people living here. Another room we saw was also intersting - the flat was full of roses and pictures of audrey hepburn and marilyn monroe - the room all painted in pink that it almost hurt my eyes - and when the landlady got to know that Marcos and me were a couple, she kindly said "Oh well, you can come to visit her one or two days if you want - or even stay over in the room if you like - but of course, not for longer, you understand?" So we did and ran out of the place.
But the world is a small place, and we found an ad which sounded quite good and in a good area near Goya. It turned out that it was the same place where the girlfriend of a colleague of Marcos lived - so we went to see it, with not much energy left anymore and I was prepared for another disappointment. But see it there, the room was perfect - big, brightly and new - with an own sofa and a big bed. And the best, the landlord allowed us to share it the tow of us - paying a bit more than the normal price. We agreed and if everything goes as planned, I will finalyl have my own place on the 1st of June...