Filed under: Work
Genius - Pig latin – what a GREAT way to hide identities.
From this point on I will be Ere-May and the cats will be Ile – Chay and Ickles-Pay.
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Idiots - In California, we do not have lawyers involved with our real estate transactions unless it gets all fucked up. We do have TONS of legal documents, though. And sometimes those documents can be dangerous in the hands of moronic real estate agents who aspire to lawyer-hood.
Late last night, I received a contingency removal from the other agent on a listing we have. A contingency removal says “I have inspected, I have my loan, I am satisfied with what I have seen and I am putting my deposit on the line if I do not follow through on the close”.
I got one that essentially said that AND “Oh…BUT if I find something else I don’t like, I am so outta here”.
I asked the the other agent to explain and she got all sorts of pissy. I think I said “in 5 years of real estate, I have never seen something like this” or something like that. And she responded with “They want the house” and all sorts of stuff….but you left them a very vague ‘out’? So how do I know they want the house?
Then she said something about a “strictly worded contract” and not wanting to jeopardize her clients money. Translation – I think the contract developed by the CA. Department of Real Estate, that every agent in our local board (thousands of agents) uses is too confining. Duh, lady. Some people want to know that their house will actually sell.
Then she made some comments that made me aware she has never READ the contract. I hate when they try to recreate the process – the process works, if you explain it to your clients and follow the schedule.
My job is to protect my clients. I am looking out for their best interest. So, I sent it to my manager and asked her what to do. She sent it to our lawyer. And they both laughed their asses off over it.
The best part, is that the other agent works for the same company (different office) than I do and she is going to get a call from HER lawyer (who is MY lawyer) and told that she can’t add to the form in this way and to fix it.
Now…this COULD make the deal fall apart if she does not explain it to her clients correctly. But I would be devastated if the lawyers had to call me and tell me that I was doing something wrong.
And I love being right.
Filed under: Being Mere
I am having one of those weeks where I realize I have only 2 really good friends. Friends who might have my wants and needs at a close level to their own. The rest of the people? Not so much. Some are better than others, but for the most part, I think I only have those 2 that I can go to for help/reassurance/truth.
I am again faced with loyalty issues and rethinking my expectations of people. And I hate this. I hate working so hard and not actually enjoying life.
Every few years or so, I think about leaving. Selling it all, living without any obligations and starting over. Today, I went so far as to email an old boss. And I am thinking of contacting others. I am perusing job boards in other areas. I am starting a loose plan.
I really feel that it might be time for a fresh start.
Filed under: Being Mere
Busy, busy week.
I finally got the cabinets painted. I still need to paint the back of the doors (I want the fronts to dry really well first) and do a bit of touch up (the primer bled under the tape so I need to mostly touch up the walls), but for the most part – done.
I think they may even look good! The next project is to figure out if I can change the hinges. I bought one today to practice on.
I wish I had more gossip, but it has been a busy week with nothing exciting. Although a girlfriend went to Vegas and did send me a picture of her boobs – so I got that going for me.
Looking forward to a slow week next week.
Filed under: Uncategorized
I had a make out date last night. A date specified because I am out of practice. It was with an Irish guy I have known for a few years now. We spent most of the night catching up…and drinking. The making out was sort of slipped in between runs for more beer in the kitchen.
But what I really liked was how comfortable we were. We have quite a past. And he really thinks I am nuts. But I think he likes me a bit anyway.
It was great to not be in a bar – where we usually run into each other, but relaxed, in his living room with the quiet and the beer and no one watching.
I think I might want another make out date.
Anyone who knows me, knows I have a love-hate relationship with my career. It is a job that allows me to obsess all the freaking time. And the last 2 weeks have been a doozy with me searching CL ads for jobs, thinking maybe it is time to cut the apron strings and find something with stability – something with a deposit on the 1st and the 15th – and something where I don’t have to spend so much time with my mother.
And then I get 2 new relocation buyers and a listing appointment all in one day. And things are rosy again.
The mom and I had to go see 37 houses for these new buyers yesterday. I was riding shotgun, trying to put them in an order that would use the least amount of gas in neighborhoods I rarely ever visit. After 3 hours I was car sick, hot, tired and still hungover from the night before.
We are driving around this HUGE new-ish development that we don’t really care for, and therefore have taken little time to get to know. We are turned around and lost, getting more and more bitter and our comments about the houses more caustic.
“Oh. They still have their Christmas lights up” she says without a hint of irony or sarcasm, “That’s nice.”
And we drive another block in silence and burst out laughing until tears are streaming down our cheeks. I am not sure how she got the perfect tone in her voice to make that SO funny and there is no way either of us could ever replicate it and it was pure comedy.
I guess things will be ok…at least for another quarter or so
As I am walking up to her house, after another “colorful” bart ride I see this 8 year old black Mercedes pull through the intersection, a handsome black gentleman inside, probably close to my age. It all barely registers as he pulls past me and I hear “Love Bites” by Def Leppard stream from the windows. Perfect.
And I thought THAT would make my day complete, but there was so much more! We celebrated “poor man’s wine tasting” last night. We were supposed to bring some wine and some cheese and we were going to read notes on the wine and learn something. OR we could cram cheese in our mouths, laugh at the notes and guzzle the vino as quickly as possible.
And follow it all up with shots of limoncello. Then SOMEONE started breaking glassware and it was all downhill from there.
As always, it was fun. It was so fun I wonder why we ever go out. Why do we go out?
Filed under: Cats
Some bloggers talk about their bowels. You know who you are.
I talk about the colon of my cat.
The poor little guy has Irritable Bowel Syndrome. After months of steroids and wiping cat butt, we had it licked with a raw diet.
But a raw diet is tedious. Once every 3 weeks, I buy $60 worth of frozen cat food. Then every 3-4 days I bag up individual meals (the cats get 4 (2 each) nuggets in the morning and the same at night) to defrost. Everything must be in a metal bowl. Too lazy to wash 2 bowls twice a day I feed them in paper bowls. And I use plastic forks to mix it up – cuz that shit ain’t touching anything I am putting my mouth on.
The cats are on a schedule – and cats on a schedule tend to know that schedule. In fact the little one can tell time. Exactly one hour before feeding time he starts with the staring…and the drooling…and the yowling…and the trying anything to get my attention.
I saw an ad for a dry food that might work for them. I did as much research as I could, reading all the ingredients, and looking for what I think sets off his poor little rear end. It looked good! It said all the right things. I was excited!
And we tried it! And they loved it! And I thought I was saved!!
And then his ass promptly exploded. EXPLODED, I tell you. And it stank. And all was not right in the world.
Filed under: Being Mere
I spent a few moments in Tiffany this week, it was painful in more ways than one.
First of all, their air conditioner was broken on the second hottest day this year.
Second, I was choosing a graduation gift for my cousin. Then I realized that she was getting Tiffany at 18 and I am 33 and I do not own one item of genuine Tiffany swag.
Nothing, zero, zip.
I have spent the last half hour or so on their site. They have an interactive pop up called “Celebration Rings” where you can choose up to 4 bands that stack and look DIVINE.
Personally, I need the Swing, the Jazz Graduated and the Jazz Full Circle to make my life complete.
I am going to pout now.
Filed under: Being Mere
I have hit a wall. I am tired. I am beyond tired. I was so tired last night my eyes watered for hours, but yet I was past the point of actual sleep. Thank god for benadryl.
Todays plan is as follows:
Watch Planet Earth (2 episodes on the Animal planet! I am in heaven!)
Watch Stomp the Yard
Read new Richard Bachman book.
Nap
Eat
Refuse to dry hair or put on real clothing (PJ’s optional)
- 6 bars on a Thursday night.
- and belting Against All Odds by the Postal Service on the way home just before midnight.
That song is deep, y’all. Deep.
