Tears stand at the back of my eye balls, unshed at this time because I am at work. My settlement on the sale of my old house was scheduled for this Thursday. I hadnÂt heard from anyone, so I thought I'd check on the status of the sale. I called the buyer's realtor. She said everything was going ok; she just needed to hear back from the buyerÂs mortgage company. Plus, I needed to get the certificate of occupancy done, Âcus they thought I was gonna do it. They said they were going to do it in the beginning even though the seller usually does it. IÂm feelinÂ warm and fuzzy now. I called my realtor to double check that it wasnÂt done. She didnÂt know nuttinÂ Âbout it.
Low and behold, it was not done. In our town, the certificate is done by the fire department. They check on smoke detectors, carbon dioxide detectors and fire extinguishers. My daughter is a fire fighter and her boy friend is, too, plus heÂs a certified inspector, so no probs. I set this up as soon as I got back from getting my husband a new phone battery. Done.
Then, I check my voice mail messages. One is from my realtor. The buyerÂs realtor just called her. The seller recently made a bunch of credit card purchases, which threw her credit rating into a tail spin. Now, the mortgage company will have to redo her mortgage which will take another two weeks. This upsets me a great deal because the buyer is a twenty year old girl who seemed very responsible. She was our papergirl. She asked for the chance to buy our house and said no one else would give her a chance. So I gave her a chance. No good deed goes unpunished.
I am very depressed. I had just told my husband last night not to count his chickens before they are hatched: anything could happen until it is all over. I really hate being right. It sucks great big hairy ones. (ThatÂs spiders for all of you with naughty minds.)
PS. And now I feel like a total ass because a friend's eighteen year old daughter had a tonsillectomy today. She just now called work hysterical because her daughter is in intensive care becasue she had lost so much blood that they had to pump her stomach and they won't even let her see her daughter yet. And I just found out from someone else that her husband quit his job yesterday. His company offered him a $15,000 a year pay cut, so he walked out. Instead of accepting and then using his personal and vacation days to look for another job, he quit.