Filed under: Work
Jackasses that respond negativley to Craigslist posts. I do not care if you think I have overpriced the house – you can go fuck yourself, you armchair realtor.
Anyone know a way to submit someones email to spammers? This just chaps my hide.
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I am in desperate need of new single girlfriends. I really only have 2 that are single – and one keeps going out with this guy and the other thinks I should go out and meet men for her and bring them home to her, I guess.
Since everyone was either claiming cramps (which is my number 1 most hated excuse), had a date, or refused to return my call, I spent the weekend at home reading a really good book (Kite Runner) and doing laundry. Good times.
So, when a girlfriend wanted to meet up on Sunday afternoon, I jumped at it. We wanted to go to our local bar and practice the boxing game they had – without the crowds of a Saturday night.
One and a half drinks later I was hammered. And it was barely 6 pm. See what all this staying home has done to me?!? I have lost all my TOLERANCE!!!
My cousin was at the bar with a friend I had a crush on 20 years ago. TWENTY! The crush, now married, looks at me when we are reintroduced and says…”Was your hair longer?”
And I sort of wanted to say “No, retard, I have had the same haircut since I was 14.” Asshat. He never was smart – just pretty.
We also met a bar fly and his baseball coach friend. They were close to the boxing machine, so we chatted with them for a bit.
Then we went to eat grease next door. I got home around 7:30. And there was an email from coach. I never gave him a card…but he did ask my last name. Why am I sort of creeped out that he rushed home to ask me out? If he had been charming and cuter and without kids and had maybe flirted with me a little, I might be stoked.
But I am not. And that makes me way too picky.
Filed under: Being Mere
Do you have any idea how many posts I write and delete because they are so freaking dull and whiny?
I would totally drink more if it wasn’t for bootcamp. THEN I would have stories! Even if they were just drunken stubbed toe stories.
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After the vet left this week she warned me the cats may be lethargic from the immunization/inoculation. I do not remember this in years past, but I am usually so traumatized I would not notice much.
The day after the visit, neither cat would get out of bed. One would not eat and crawled back under the covers in my bed (which he NEVER does once I am up). I came home early from work and all 3 of us napped all afternoon – it was perfect.
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I worked an open house today with another agent from another company – not the usual way we do things, but this condo building is really hard for open houses. Thank god he was there cracking my shit up, because it was SO SLOW. We had signs out all over downtown with balloons and the whole shebang and NOTHING.
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Bootcamp is rocking. This last week our usual trainer was not not there one day and the Olympic guy came to “do” us. At the end of class I made a comment that he was not that hard.
Might have kept my mouth shut because he made us to the plank so many times my that my abs hurt so bad that I still cannot cough (and that was Thursday!).
I feel leaner (and have gained 5 pounds, but shhhh!) and stronger. My regular trainer even commented on how good I was at the dots (squishy nubby half balls that we stand on to do squats and sometimes use under our hands for pushups) and that I would soon need to turn them OVER….now the flat part is on the ground and I stand on the round part….he wants me to put the round part on the ground….HARD.
But you know I felt like teachers pet…which I love. And he ain’t going to be singing my praises over running, so I will take what I can get!
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I recently bought 6 new bras and the boobs! They are wonderful!
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So this is my update.
Filed under: Work
I have this deal, I may or may not have already shared some details (I tend to write and bitch and delete). But anyway, it is a short sale. And with everything that in going on in this market, one would think that the banks could get their shit together and consolidate this whole process so that a 30 day escrow does not take 4 months to close and have all the work crammed into the last 10 days.
But none of the banks are asking ME to fix their shit, so instead I am dealing with a bunch of unmotivated morons.
I think last Friday was when I lost it. This week I have been anxious – but that is only because there was a small chance we could get it all done before Monday. The three things that needed to happen were to 1) find the owner and have him sign some documents (he was AWOL), 2) have bank approval for the sale (essentially saying that they will release title while taking half of the money they actually loaned on the property) and 3) that unicorns fly out of my butt.
I was putting my money on the unicorns.
About an hour ago I unclenched. There is no longer any way to close it this month. The bank can grant my buyer more money to pay points for her loan (extending this escrow will cost money and since I have done everything on MY end, my client is not paying for shit) or they can let it go to foreclosure and we can attempt to buy it then.
So….learning to be zen. I am now ambivalent. I have done more than could ever be expected of me, and I can no longer perform in this constant fire drill frame of mind. My client is in the same space. The difference being that she can ignore it all, I do still have to pay attention in case there is a call to action.
But I can now relax. I have wanted to rest and was unable. In a matter of moments, I am taking a handful of nyquil and passing out. And I can do so without guilt.
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In other news: I had a vet come and do a house call. My last attempts to take the cats to vet ended like this and this. I had an appointment at my regular vet and we discussed using Ketamine to sedate the younger cat. Then I decided that I would prefer she stick him in the parking lot, since I did not want to deal with him smelling the place, freaking out and then getting the shot.
Then one of my genius friends asked if vets did house calls. My friends are so smart!
It took 15 minutes for both cats. They both got looked over and their yearly shots and there was no real drama. They each hissed once, but that is NOTHING like the growling and spitting of years past.
Another reason to be zen…..
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Not Zen: There is a very painful bump in my armpit. Very painful. Very bumpy. Cancer does not hurt, right? Plugged hair follicle or ingrown hair, right? Never had either before and all I can say is OUCH!
Filed under: Being Mere
I am not a pack rat. I am the one you want around when you are cleaning out that closet under the stairs – I am ruthless when it comes to purging.
My work email account only holds a certain amount. I keep lots of emails about current deals – printing out anything that could prove litigious later. Sometimes making them sign the email as proof it was an exchange between us – harsh, aren’t I?
But I do keep lots of emails. Especially emails from or to boys. And as I am cleaning out the sent mail – with emails dating back as far as 2004 (I am looking for an email address to contact a client from last year) I am reliving my past.
And it makes me smile.
All of those exchanges (I really am funny on email). All of those dates that went nowhere. All of those really good-looking guys that never should have asked me out in the first place.
Those good old days.
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The cold is settling behind my eyes and I sort of want to cry. I wanted to rest yesterday but I have a deal that is all wonky (technical term) and it requires me alert and ready to act at a moments notice. At least through yesterday and today. I cannot rest until I know I have done everything I can do to save the deal. I can rest after 5:00 pm today.
Filed under: Being Mere
Sick. Again. Fourth time in four months.
So. Pissed.
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What I hate about real estate is the high school drama.
A really big producing team left our office recently. And the sharks are out trolling the water for fresh meat.
One of the people I am closest to in the office is deciding to leave to. She will be heading to a competing office down the block.
Drama. I hate that it is such an ordeal to go somewhere else. You literally take your stuff out under cover of night, telling no one that you are leaving. Your office is empty the next day and the talk begins.
Me? I am fine where I am. I will stay where I can flip people off and where they “know” me. Where I get perks because people like me. I stay put.
Spring officially started last week. And Easter was spent in the backyard with my grandmother, mother and my cat on a leash (the mom lives on a golf course and the fence is low – if he went for it, I would never see him again).
The cat loved his holiday. The mom fed him chicken and he could smell the turkey, so he turned down other treats (cottage cheese) because he knew more meat was coming.
After exploring the yard and attempting to scale the fences (where I jerked him down into the bushes) he settled down into the damp underbrush to enjoy dappled sunshine. It was picture perfect and I felt like a proud parent with a very well behaved child.
Overall it was a perfect weekend – work was minimal but interesting (frustrating), sleep was plentiful, drinks were excellent, I got to go to brunch with a girlfriend and quickly shop for more workout clothes. Perfect.
Speaking of workouts – Bootcamp is going swimmingly. Last month was a wash since I ended up with 10 days of bronchitis. Having a cough set me back way further than I expected with the cardio aspect. But today, I finally felt like I was keeping up. We did interval training and after 6 one minute runs with 30 second rests I was breathing hard but I could control it. The trainer wanted us to push it, and that should me one of my goals, but for now endurance is my main goal. And I can feel my cardio endurance gaining.
Strength is another story all together. My core remained strong, but I lost a ton of power in my arms. But whatever – I am looking forward to mild weather (it is still very cold in the morning) and continuing on for the next few months.
Filed under: Drinking
It seems as if it has been forever since I have been out on the town. I think I needed the break, but was ready to go out, have a few drinks, meet new people, chat with my girlfriends.
We tried a new bar located downtown. It was just ok – maybe better for happy hour, but the drinks were large.
We then went to our old haunt:
- Old faces – DOX (big dumb ox was there) I said something in his ear and got a “WHAT?” back to my exasperation.
-The band sucked – too many melancholy songs. I am impressed that I can pull melancholy out after so man cocktails!
-The bar has a boxing game. The boys were all having a cock fight over who had bigger balls. We learned you can get drunk men that are competing with each other to remove clothing while doing so – good tidbit to know!
-I strike up a conversation about the testosterone display in front of us with a cute guy. Joe, I think. But I do not remember. W thinks I can do better. I am not sure I want to. He says good bye and that he heard me say I would come back early next Saturday and he hoped he saw me. He still had a full beer while he was saying goodbye…
-This guy has been giving me attitude all night. Trying to speak with me but my gut screams “assh0le!” I know I know him, having seen him at the bar a few times. He flips me off, I flip him off back. Whatever. Then he is next to me. And he says my name. And that he was the young pups boss. And that he met me for a minute 14 months ago. It was 13 but WHO THE FUCK IS COUNTING???? And I realize this was the asshole I met with the young pup that night – the one that I told the young pup to never bring around me again since he was such an ass.
-Then we met Mr. Mathews. He teaches at the high school I went to. He has never heard the term “Black don’t crack” which makes me laugh….since he is black and I am not. Then he tells us he goes to a local country bar and I lose my shit. I tell him I listened to Eazy-E as a kid….I was more black than he is.
Another interesting and entertaining night out!
First of all, let me say that I am all amped and swearing at everybody about a stupid short sale deal I am in that is SO GOING TO FALL APART AT THE LAST MOMENT!!!!!!!!! I might have told the bank to stop fucking around. I told the seller to stop fucking around. I told the other agent to stop fucking around and then I told the short sale guy (who is supposed to mediate all this) to stop fucking around.
Then, and ONLY then did I get the real story – which would have helped to have known last week so I would not have wasted all my time and energy on this.
So….the blood is pumping.
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I went to see my dermatologist today to whine about how old I look. Only to be told it is not that bad.
What she did say is that I cannot do Renova – too harsh on my already pink skin. I can do some light chemical peels, but it is awfully early to start those.
And what would really help is an eye lift. I went in for some botox info ($500 range) and walked out with the suggestion of a $6-10K procedure. Not really what I was looking for.
Now I am going to obsess about my stupid droopy eyelids.
I made an appointment to go for some lasering of my pink areas (veins under white skin – not appealing). (Haha….pink areas sounds dirty….I mean the areas around my nose and such!)
Please excuse me while I sit in front of a mirror and pull my eyebrows up to the crown of my head in an attempt to look younger.
Jason – can you please change your emphasis to cosmetic – I need a “friend” if you know what I mean….
