I don’t want to go to New York tomorrow. I want to go there when I no longer own an apartment and can have a vacation. I was going to take my apartment off the market but suddenly there was much interest in it. I rejected some people before it came to a formal bid either because the offer was too low or I knew they would have a hard time passing the board.
Then my realtors told about me about a person who was going to bid at the full asking price and at the same time was going to give financials and a prequal letter meaning that the person had a mortgage in place. It was going to come Wednesday day. Then Wednesday night or Thursday morning. This began on Sunday.
The person loves it but can’t commit. This isn’t a love affair. Why does it sound like one?
Supposedly that’s typical of a first time buyer. I wouldn’t know as I believe it rude not to follow through or to say I’m interested if I’m having any doubts. I probably lost some good apartments as I would tell the realtor I had to think and couldn’t make an offer.
I was a serious buyer but I was scared. I understand that. I understand people thinking the market’s going to come down even more. But my apartment’s very fairly priced. And I don’t understand keeping a person waiting for three days. Yes it’s a buyer’s market and I feel stupid for saying this. Sellers have feelings and needs also. Sellers pay the damn realtor fees (6% in Manhattan–people think we make so much money but few people have our taxes and fees.)
I feel so sad as I thought I was going to go home with this taken care of. It is a big deal and I can’t pretend that it’s not.
Selling is too dramatic for me. I want the bid, without the she wants it, she doesn’t want, maybe she wants it, possibly, yes, no. As I said I understand hesitation but I’m the queen of anxiety and almost and I have spent a year doing things to destress my life and instead it’s been the most stressful one ever.
I went to Wal Mart to replace the phone that fell into the sea. I knew I would have to pay, but first the Wal Mart customer service rep said Verizon didn’t have my phone number on record. I have had this number for eleven years–it’s a 212 which confuses people as that’s not a cell area code. But you are allowed to take your number and i want to be a 212 for life. Then she said Verizon told her not to sell me one–she wouldn’t be allowed to activate the phone. Of course I wasn’t allowed to talk to whoever the woman was talking to.
I had to use the one pay phone in the customer service area. The woman I spoke had no idea why the first woman was told that. I have been a Verizon customer since it began. My bill is automatically paid each month.
As I was tethered to a pay phone I couldn’t stand in the Wal Mart customer service line and ask the questions the Verizon customer service person was asking me. The Wal Mart people were
slightly very angry at me for asking the questions out of line and had I been able to I certainly would have stood on line.
They finally answered my questions and I went back to the electronics department to buy the phone. The Verizon customer service person, I had spoken to on the pay phone, was actually able to get through to Wal Mart. It would have been very nice but the Wal Mart woman tried to get me to fill out an authorization for Verizon to check my credit.
As I have been a customer so long I filled it out and didn’t sign it. I did hand it back to her and it took her awhile to notice my lack of a signature.
“Did anybody ask you to do a credit check on me?”
“Why do you feel the need to do one?”
“I’ve never had an experience like this.”
“Neither have I and I might be in the rent an apartment mode in a few months so I would appreciate if you don’t do an unnecessary credit check.”
Sometimes life is that simple. But damn was today surreal.
Usually I delete spam pingbacks and rude comments. I wasn’t in the mood yesterday. To Natalie who asked how to unsubscribe from this blog and left a no repy email and didn’t have a url. Get a life. I will delete the next comments. I am in a bitchier than bitchy mood.