My life as a yo-yo
Saturday: Am completely ecstatic. Have found dream apartment! Sign lease and celebrate.
Sunday: Basking in happiness about new apartment. Already planning fabulous housewarming party in head. Just waiting for landlord to sign lease and make it official. Think this is just a technicality. Realtor made it sound like a sure thing.
Monday: Have crap day at work. Grr. Come home to message from realtor who is suddenly concerned about the boy being a student and not having serious income. Grr. Try to reassure her that it's really no problem. Can get parents to be gaurantors. Feel like vomiting when she says that because it's such a hot property the landlord might not want to bother with it and might just go with some of else. Cry over awfulness of day. Call friends and family to vent. Mother promises to say extra prayers for the apartment.
Tuesday: Mother's prayers pay off! Realtor calls and say landlord stopped in and signed lease. Says landlord wasn't at all concerned about student situation. Promises to fax over copy of completed lease. Sort of feel like cursing realtor for getting me so worried for nothing, but mainly feel like dancing about in cube to celebrate. Officially have dream apartment! Hooray!
Wednesday: Life just keeps getting better! Boss has decided that schedule is crazy and agrees with suggestion that we should hire additional staff member and gets it approved right away. Again feel like dancing about in cube. Call realtor as I never received fax. Says she didn't get a chance to fax it, but she just scanned it in and e-mailed it to me. Do not receive e-mail. Decide realtor is just scatterbrain and plan to just pick up a copy at the office since I'm going to Hoboken any way that night to see the boy. Arrive at office and receptionist cannot find any copies of the lease that have been signed by the landlord. Suggests calling realtor. Leave message for realtor and try to suppress rising sense of panic. There's nothing to worry about, right? Realtor called and said landlord signed lease. Would not have told me that if it had not happened, right? Wrong! Realtor calls back and apologizes because, oopsie, she mixed us up with another girl who rented an apartment in Jersey City. She rented five apartments over the weekend, and it can just get so confusing. Gee, you must have been so excited yesterday, huh? Well, sorry, but your landlord still hasn't come in. Am back to sick feeling from Monday night, but instead of wanting to cry, I feel like punching something. Did not think it was possible for realtor to be this stupid. Had two separate conversations with her about the lease. And she was the one who called me to say it was signed. Argh.
Thursday: Get call from realtor. Apparently landlord has decided to rent apartment to his cousin or some other relative and avoid going through realtor at all. Feel surprisingly zen about not getting dream apartment. Must have used up emotions earlier in the week. And it least not getting the apartment had nothing to do with us. Realtor is pissed because she lost the listing completely and therefore will not be getting paid. Feel a bit like this sort of fair after how badly she messed up. Agree to go see two more apartments with realtor that night. Am convinced she's not so smart but hope she will feel guilty about how badly she screwed up and help us find good apartment. She flows through by making sure we get first dibs on the next apartment. Have trouble deciding between apartments. Rule out one apartment because it's on first floor next to bar. Say maybe to other apartment and think on it over night. It's spacious but doesn't have very many windows. Go back and forth about it a lot with the boy. Decide we are mainly opposed because it is not the dream apartment but is the same price as dream apartment.
Friday: Arrange to go back and see runner-up apartment one more time that night. Spend way to much time on public transportation going to work, back to city for interview with band, back to work and then to Hoboken. Mentally prepare self for saying no to apartment and starting search all over again. Call an arrange a few appointments to see other apartments the next day. Arrive at apartment exhausted. Take closer look and realize light is better than you remember and apartment had potential to be awesome. Boy agrees. Go to realtor's office and spend part of Friday night signing paperwork and figuring out way to give us the best shot for approval by landlord. (In other words, the boy will not be on lease, and my father will be co-signing for me instead.) Go to Mexican restaurant, eat greasy food and drink margarita to celebrate as much as possible in exhausted state.
Saturday, Sunday , Monday: Fax forms to parents and keep fingers crossed that this all works out.
Saturday: Am completely ecstatic. Have found dream apartment! Sign lease and celebrate.
Sunday: Basking in happiness about new apartment. Already planning fabulous housewarming party in head. Just waiting for landlord to sign lease and make it official. Think this is just a technicality. Realtor made it sound like a sure thing.
Monday: Have crap day at work. Grr. Come home to message from realtor who is suddenly concerned about the boy being a student and not having serious income. Grr. Try to reassure her that it's really no problem. Can get parents to be gaurantors. Feel like vomiting when she says that because it's such a hot property the landlord might not want to bother with it and might just go with some of else. Cry over awfulness of day. Call friends and family to vent. Mother promises to say extra prayers for the apartment.
Tuesday: Mother's prayers pay off! Realtor calls and say landlord stopped in and signed lease. Says landlord wasn't at all concerned about student situation. Promises to fax over copy of completed lease. Sort of feel like cursing realtor for getting me so worried for nothing, but mainly feel like dancing about in cube to celebrate. Officially have dream apartment! Hooray!
Wednesday: Life just keeps getting better! Boss has decided that schedule is crazy and agrees with suggestion that we should hire additional staff member and gets it approved right away. Again feel like dancing about in cube. Call realtor as I never received fax. Says she didn't get a chance to fax it, but she just scanned it in and e-mailed it to me. Do not receive e-mail. Decide realtor is just scatterbrain and plan to just pick up a copy at the office since I'm going to Hoboken any way that night to see the boy. Arrive at office and receptionist cannot find any copies of the lease that have been signed by the landlord. Suggests calling realtor. Leave message for realtor and try to suppress rising sense of panic. There's nothing to worry about, right? Realtor called and said landlord signed lease. Would not have told me that if it had not happened, right? Wrong! Realtor calls back and apologizes because, oopsie, she mixed us up with another girl who rented an apartment in Jersey City. She rented five apartments over the weekend, and it can just get so confusing. Gee, you must have been so excited yesterday, huh? Well, sorry, but your landlord still hasn't come in. Am back to sick feeling from Monday night, but instead of wanting to cry, I feel like punching something. Did not think it was possible for realtor to be this stupid. Had two separate conversations with her about the lease. And she was the one who called me to say it was signed. Argh.
Thursday: Get call from realtor. Apparently landlord has decided to rent apartment to his cousin or some other relative and avoid going through realtor at all. Feel surprisingly zen about not getting dream apartment. Must have used up emotions earlier in the week. And it least not getting the apartment had nothing to do with us. Realtor is pissed because she lost the listing completely and therefore will not be getting paid. Feel a bit like this sort of fair after how badly she messed up. Agree to go see two more apartments with realtor that night. Am convinced she's not so smart but hope she will feel guilty about how badly she screwed up and help us find good apartment. She flows through by making sure we get first dibs on the next apartment. Have trouble deciding between apartments. Rule out one apartment because it's on first floor next to bar. Say maybe to other apartment and think on it over night. It's spacious but doesn't have very many windows. Go back and forth about it a lot with the boy. Decide we are mainly opposed because it is not the dream apartment but is the same price as dream apartment.
Friday: Arrange to go back and see runner-up apartment one more time that night. Spend way to much time on public transportation going to work, back to city for interview with band, back to work and then to Hoboken. Mentally prepare self for saying no to apartment and starting search all over again. Call an arrange a few appointments to see other apartments the next day. Arrive at apartment exhausted. Take closer look and realize light is better than you remember and apartment had potential to be awesome. Boy agrees. Go to realtor's office and spend part of Friday night signing paperwork and figuring out way to give us the best shot for approval by landlord. (In other words, the boy will not be on lease, and my father will be co-signing for me instead.) Go to Mexican restaurant, eat greasy food and drink margarita to celebrate as much as possible in exhausted state.
Saturday, Sunday , Monday: Fax forms to parents and keep fingers crossed that this all works out.
1 Comments:
Dealing with real estate people sucks. A lot of them are complete nitwits it seems. The sellers' agent for our condo was useless. Among other things, our first contract had the wrong city on the address!
Best of luck on Apt. No. 2!
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Mj, at 8:49 AM
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