Destination: Derry.. now what?!?

I arrived to the Derry Airport (shed, more like it!) comatose from the lack of sleep. I was hoping for a cheap bus- my experience with taxi of late hadn't been very positive. However, due to our delayed flight there were no more buses running to the city. I counted my money, the whole of 21 GBP and investigated my options. Rent a car or hire a taxi.. Hmm... I discovered the city wasn't ridiculously far away and the cab fare would be reasonable. So I hailed a taxi and climbed in the drivers side. My cab driver handed me the keys and said, "So, you’re gonna drive then?"
Urr.. I quickly got out and climbed to my side and gave him directions to my hostel.

The hostel was just like the others in Ireland, straight up! I lugged my suitcases up four flights of stairs to the attic. When I came to register the proprietor handed me a ‘Dear John’ letter from my traveling companions. I was looking to join them for another week of travel around Northern Ireland whilst I looked for accommodation and a job. So now I was in Derry, with no friends, a grand total of 9 GBP, no cash access and no job. The girls at the hostel were very friendly and helpful as they understood my situation. Everything was very eclectic and hippyish.
I decided that while I was sorting out my work permit and money situation I would perhaps work at the hostel to pay for my stay. At the moment though, I desperately needed sleep!! In the morning things always look brighter! I had a walk around the city walls and looked at the murals in Free Derry.