Look, I don’t really want to make this an all-real-estate, all-the-time blog. I really don’t. But at the moment, it’s the main thing going on in my life. And it is driving me absolutely batshit insane.
As I mentioned in the comments section on the last post, the house I was interested in already has an offer on the table. This house was listed LAST THURSDAY. The bank has to answer by tomorrow, and so tomorrow we will know if the bank accepted that offer or not. If not, I am making one. But my gut feeling is that the bank will accept, or counter, that offer. I’ll be shit out of luck, as they say.
I found a couple other places online, because frankly I can’t concentrate on much else and find myself compulsively searching through the MLS like an addict, all day and all night long. Anyway. I’ve tried to find out if any of them are short sales, and a couple of them DO look they are, so that blows. The others seem to be lender-owned, so that’s actually good news. (It’s not as if I will find a normal listing anywhere.)
I was all set to go look at some of them this afternoon, but my realtor just called me and cancelled. She’s at the doctor for something and it’s taking a really long time, so she asked if we can go tomorrow “or some other time.”
I really like this realtor, but… should I look for another one?
The thing is, it’s going on three months now, and she has yet to present me with a listing SHE found.
Everything we have seen has been something I found, with the possible exception of what we saw on Sunday, because we sat in her office and searched through the MLS together.
As R pointed out to me today, by now she should know my preferences and my tastes, and shouldn’t she be able to make at least a couple of suggestions? And what if she just isn’t aggressive enough to get these deals closed for me? What if she had encouraged me to counter high on that awesome house, instead of just asking me “what do you want to do?” and adding, “maybe we should just start looking for foreclosures”? What if she HAD pulled the comp listings and guided me into a smart counter offer? Would I have won that house?
Well, in some ways, I think I am looking for someone, anyone, to blame right now. Because I feel so down and disheartened about this entire situation. Maybe she is just as good if not better than other realtors. I don’t know at this point.
I am on two different medications, and this particular cocktail has worked so well for me for years now, but lately… I am considering asking for something stronger, something to help me take my mind off of this. I need a break from thinking about houses, condos, foreclosures, short sales, bastards-who-steal-houses-out-from-under-you…
They put the post in the ground yesterday for the house I’m in. No sign is up yet, nor is there a lockbox out front. But soon people will be showing up, wanting to see it. GREAT. Can’t wait for that hassle. Already, on Friday after work, a realtor showed up and asked if his client could view the house, which I did allow right on the spot. Why not, I figured. It’s not like it’s MY house to sell, so who cares if it was super messy and dirty at the time?
I’ve also got to get my taxes done, probably tonight. I’m running out of time, clearly. I’ve also got to make an appointment with the person I want to have do the alterations to my bridesmaid dress. Dude From My Past wants to talk on the phone tonight. But I have to turn that one down. I can’t talk to him and get my taxes done at the same time. I’ll be at Jackson Hewitt, and I’m pretty sure they’re going to need me sitting right there answering questions as they go. I’m stressing about not having all the paperwork I’ll need, or something.
And finally, the poor dogs. They didn’t get to go on a walk last night since I was out late and then felt too headachey to go. Now today I still have the headache, on top of even more stress than I had yesterday (although yesterday was BAD. Like, puffy-eyes bad). I hope I get done with everything early enough to do something with them. Plus, Hurley really, REALLY needs attention paid to his coat. I’m not positive, since this would be the first season that I’ve had him, but I think he’s entering the time when he is shedding his undercoat. All I know is he looks more matted and scraggly than ever before, and he is more sensitive to me trying to brush and comb everything out. He keeps escaping and running away from me when I sit down to work on his coat. I might need reinforcements to help me hold him. And then, I can just tell it’s going to take at least a good hour to get finished.
At the moment, I am trying to block out an annoying co-worker who keeps on yappin’ in a condescending manner to anyone who wanders into his vicinity. He does NOT have an indoor voice. I can’t tolerate it when others in a cubefarm don’t take that into consideration, and just holler and pontificate like they are at the pulpit of the Church of Modern Day Middle-Managers and Patron Saints of Assholes.
Words and phrases I hate right now:
* “so, to review…”
* “you just browse for the list… you know how to find a list?”
* “the reason being…”
* “let’s just do it FOR FUN.” What?
* [insert the sound of ha ha ha ha ha low-chuckling laughter here]