Gosh, thanks, guys. I mean I got all excited, I'm smiling rear to ear, but an empathy hoover and a "well done", feels like a medium-rare group hug.
Ya know satisfied? That feeling? I'm giggling. I didn't used to be very good at this stuff, but I'm getting better at standing up for us. This wasn't about compassion, this was about barely legal and what I call "handling" ~ "corporate handling". Which is something I'm getting real good at spotting. Misdirection, miscommunication, doc errors, temporizing, excusing, overcharging, bait and switchinsky, scheduling funnels ~ ad infinitum. I've been through these processes many times; I know BS when they spoon it.
(Late in the "process", I hear ~ "Oh, yah, I think that appraisal is late because the guy had a death in the family." I just looked right at him and said, "Don't say that.")
It was my sort of total little "empire", (a house would be simpler, but they're still just as stressful it seems), ~ this was my house, and a restored big fatso beautiful farmhouse/duplex I bought for - giggle - retirement, my little business, my stocks and stuff and underwear. The holy enchilada. We started Nov 11th and just finalized the terms yesterday. It's been like having a baby whale or something. Literally traumatic; which of course, they count on. And they just pissed me too far.
And the dishonesty and manipulation reached a peak, and I let em know, and let em know some more, and told them to stuff it yesterday, and the guy left FOUR messages on my machine, while I ignored him; he even called MJ at work, in the middle of a class, and she sorta smacked him the way teachers do; and I called him at 4:30 or so and dictated my terms, and hung up, and he called right back with the numbers, my numbers.
Gosh ~ this is fun to tell!
I mean I don't usually like to, or think it's polite, to disclose bits of personal finances, but it's all part of the scenery of this little story, so what the hay or something, but...
I don't think most first time house mortgages run like this, so I don't know if most people get this kind of frustration, but I can only suspect that in more complex situations, and with a non-pro like mee-self, this is quasi-standard.
It's part of the potato, the potato of commerce and jerking people around, to get the most buck for the bang. SOP. It's - "sales".
But the last two days, I got to bonk em on the head with it.
(I won't be comfy til after closing.)
Really, just standing there (I met him at my building instead of his...turf), just standing there telling the guy it's not gonna happen anyway but mine... well, jeez, it was.. like uhm... skydiving? It was exhilarating.
I had "Don't **** with me" written ALL over me.
He saw it. I gesticulated. Hee hee.
Bliss. My little arms feel really light. :o)
I'm gonna go fly off a building.
Or over Iraq and get me in with some of those party favors.
~ Spudgunr |
