Filed under: Work
I am worn out. I have this superhero complex where I just cannot avoid saving a deal even if it means my health, my social life, my sanity.
Another one blew up today. The buyers dad is the lender and even though I told him before we had an accepted offer how he needed to proceed he sort of forgot to mention he COULDN’T do it that way. I guess he just hoped for the best? Fuck me. We do not hope for the best here, we stack the deck in our favor.
God damn mid west lenders thinking it’s the same all over. Argh.
So, what should have been a slow day where I might have gotten personal things done (laundry, sheets, cat box), I worked until 10 minutes ago. It is 10:30 for the record.
I got 3 hours of sleep last night. For no reason. I was alone.
So I just popped some sleeping pills and I am waiting for a solid 7 hours of sleep.
I am hoping my mood will be better tomorrow.
I am an over thinker. Which is sort of funny since I would not consider myself a critical thinker. I learn things, but I cannot say I can see their value outside of the arena I learned them in…does that make sense?
In most cases, I am open and honest. I expect the same in people – even when I am not acting as openly and honestly as I can.
I can critique every word as I read something from a guy…looking for a clue that he feels something. I have over thought this friend turned makeout buddy to death.
But it does not mean I stop.
I emailed him last night to ask who told his wife’s agent to contact me. She did apparently. She could not then respond to an email I sent detailing the GENEROUS conversation I had with her agent – ungrateful bitch - but I hope he was pleasantly surprised she is making steps to get on with her life.
Part of the email he sent:
I definitely mentioned a few times over the last few weeks ‘you know, it’s really too bad you don’t have Mere down here – she actually knows what she’s doing, works with the banks, works with appraisers, etc, instead of sitting on her hands waiting for things to come in’.
It meant nothing to me the first time I read it….then I thought, ‘Wait a second’….he is bragging about what I do for a living to his WIFE. He, who has no respect for my career, thinks I am good at it. That sounds promising, right?
He emailed me within 40 minutes of getting home…or at least within 40 minutes of posting on FB that he had landed. Part of me is dying for him to ask to make some sort of plan to get together. Part of me is still cool, but that part is warming quickly.
The guy you are….making out with? thinking too much about? patiently waiting to come home from Europe to see if he even still likes you?…has his wife’s (almost ex wife’s) real estate agent call you for advice on her deal.
Could you freaking die? And the agent cannot even pronounce her name. Which is not THAT hard.
I do not want to be in the middle of this in any way. I do not want to be the person the agent comes to with questions, seeing as I am busy with my own escrows that will actually get me paid.
If he comes home and dumps me I am going to blow a gasket.
Filed under: I make me laugh
I went to a friends house for dinner and crap tv tonight. It was fun.
Her husband sent me a text a few hours before I left.
“You going to my house tonight?”
“Yup…just looking for the address”
“Stay out of my underwear drawer!!”
Which is just so perfect because it is the same thing I would say!
So when I got there I took my biz card, the one with my picture on it, wrote ‘I was not here’ on the back and asked his wife to put it in his underwear drawer.
Filed under: dating
The hot doctahh is now in a relationship. It does not say with whom. Ew.
Not jealous – I just find it so retarded!
Filed under: I make me laugh
This is what it is like to be me…
I need new cat litter. Something that has less dust than the stuff I am using now.
I am walking up and down the aisle reading the packages, looking at prices and the guy cleaning the fish tanks ask if I need help. I tell him what I am looking for and he looks at one bag, pulls it out and says “This has almost no dust”.
“Hm…but does it clump?” I ask.
“I’m not sure” he says as he is reading the front of the bag.
“Well, shit, break it open and let’s pee on it and see what it does!”
I am not sure if he found me crazy or amusing. I find me hilarious!
Filed under: Being Mere
Remember I said that the new acne medication the doc put me on was orange and I looked like I had pudding on my face?
Well, I was ready to open the second bottle. My pharmacy ships everything in 3 month supplies.
Only the bottle was open. There was silver tinfoil like stuff around the edge as if there had been a safety seal there, but it was broken open.
Weird.
So I open the third. It was open, too,
Hm.
I read the package looking to see if it said do not use if seal broken type of thing…do not see it.
And as I am reading, it says put the granules in the liquid. When you open the box there are 2 pieces, one larger one and a little sealed vial of sorts. So when I read put the granules in the liquid, I KNOW what granules are, but I only have 2 things with which to mess with so I put one in the other and shook it up.
Only now…a month later…I wonder if the freaking pharmacy mixed it up and then added the color to the box so you can make it match your skin. There is no medical reason for the little vial of orange.
So, I think I fucked up. I will call them tomorrow and ask. I hope they can have a laugh with me!
Filed under: Being Mere, Friend turned makeout buddy - watch the car crash!, I make me laugh, Work, dating
Just when I think I have it all figured out, he says something and I am like…yup, *I* am the asshole.
Remember how I said I had deep thoughts? I had one a little while ago. I was like I am pragmatic (supposedly) and he is pragmatic and we say what we mean and we do not think about the emotion of the statement. There is no emotion in a statement. It is a statement. Just that. Words that are our truth right then, nothing more.
Only I am a girl pragmatic and I think “holy shit, that statement is all about what I am not doing right” and he is like “statement”. Because he is a guy and therefore retarded.
That cracks me up. Shit, I am one funny mother effer today.
Speaking of mothers, being the total shit that I am, I sent her a nasty text about how much I am working and when the hell does she get home and do ANYTHING. And then I realized I shit on her vacation for no reason (other than it made me feel better) because by the time she gets back everything needs to be done or will have died.
So now I am going to the office before 7 am to get shizz done, yo.
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Other deep thoughts.
I was thinking about parents and kids. And how we are all damaged by the parents that raised us, as they were damaged by the parents who raised them, etc.
Then I started thinking about current parenting where it is all touchy feelie, hippie dippy, where we raise our kids in a bubble and make sure they never know the tortures we had to put up with. (cough, brother, cough)
And then I started thinking about when they have kids….these children, now parents, that were raised to believe they are the center of the universe and all in touch with their own humanity and wants and needs.
They are SO going to raise little assholes and the cycle will start anew.
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I did not say they were GOOD deep thoughts.
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I am thinking of having “Chill The Fuck Out” tattooed on my body. Somewhere I can see it all day. So maybe on my forearm, or wrist, or boobs, since I can almost always see down my own shirt.
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Monday was the worst day this week. I just got pummeled. And apparently the mom has thick clients because when I say at 6 pm that I have not had lunch yet, that is your clue to NOT make me go to your house at 8 pm.
In the middle of it all, I had a quick doctors appointment that was running late which meant I was going to be late for my next appointment. He took my blood pressure. 100/65. Fucking cold as ice! All cool and collected on the inside while losing my shit on the outside. AWESOME!
Filed under: Goals
I have the most profound thoughts without all the noise…..I cannot remember any of them, but trust me, I am solving WORLD ISSUES over here in my free time.
