You can all see below at what today's schedule was SUPPOSED to look like, here is how things actually went.
6:30 - 7:30: packed my car, brought some stuff to the office, found breakfast
8:00 - 9:00: physical therapy
STILL NO SIGNED AGREEMENT
9:00 - 10:30: Fretted and packed up the van with parents, cleaned my apartment, called Realtor every 20 minutes to find out if I should keep my 10:30 bank appointment
10:30: still no word, we are packed, I canceled the bank appointment and rescheduled for 10:30 am tomorrow.
10:35: I head to student health to have my Tuberculous test read and get my camp paperwork finalized and sent to the camp people, which I did.
11:00: still nothing. I tell my Realtor we are heading that way, she asks "why"?
11:35: Realtor calls and tells me everyone will be there by 11:45. Okay, fabulous.
11:55: We do a walk through of the condo, I sign paperwork, I get keys...and
12:00: Comcast guy shows up at the earliest time possible. But it was totally fine. I call back the bank to see if I could come in at 1 and she says yes.
12:00 - 12:45: Comcast guy finishes, all the stuff is in from the cars, parents have food and tv to watch, I head to the bank.
1:00 - 3:00: HOLY SHIT this is the longest bank meeting of my life. I am exhausted, I am starving, and I'm just sitting there while she does stuff. But, all worked out, loan is in process and I hope this time it goes off without a hitch.
Next week will be sort of a mess because she told me about 2 or 3 programs that could save me about $9,000 bucks, but they require me making some financial moves next week that will take time. I'm putting that on the backburner.
3:00 - 4:00: Run back to old apartment to get food, put the subletters key in a box outside the door, go to the post office to change my address, call the electric company with the meter reading, and call Geico to tell them to push back the start date of my homeowner's insurance.
So, now it's about 5:30, I'm in VT with my parents, they are taking me to dinner, and I feel wonderful.
I have no idea how today worked out, but hopefully the loan process will go smoothly and in 3 weeks I can own this shit outright and put it all behind me.
**Thanks for all the support everyone - it really meant a lot to me to know people were pulling for me and worrying**
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I'm...so fucked
Update - 'hokay, so this morning my parents sent an email from their bank around 10:30 am, my Realtor forwarded this along to the seller and his agent, and around 11:30 we got back 2 addendums to the sales contract. My Realtor also called and said I needed to run to the bank and get a cashier's check for $3,000 to give to her by noon so she can pick it up and run it over to the seller's agent. Okay, so I sign and PDF back the two documents, run to the bank, get my cashier's check, wait for the Realtor and read over the addendums. (1) The first document basically states that I need to get financing approval by July 16th and must close on the condo by July 20th. Not quite the August 1st date I requested, but fine, I will be back by camp in time to make this work, fine..whatever. (2) The second document is SUPPOSED to say that I will give the seller another $3,000 non-refundable deposit and will pay pro-rated rent until I close. What the document actually says is "Buyer will pay $3,000 that will only be refunded to the Buyer upon closing prior moving into the unit". Um..STOP. This basically says unless I close on the condo by tomorrow I am just giving him another $3,000. WRONG.
So I call my Realtor because (a) my name is spelled wrong on both document and (b) are you kidding about the second one, that shit needs to be cleared up.
I send off signed versions of the corrected documents at 12:30 pm and....I'm waiting.
Okay, so it's 10:30 pm, the night before my condo move, and I still don't have the signed sales agreement addendum that I MUST have to do ANYTHING tomorrow. I have rescheduled 3 appointments tomorrow, I am 100% booked, there is no way this is going to work out. Somehow, tomorrow is supposed to look like this:
7 - 8: pack stuff into my car
8 - 9: go to PT to get steroid injection in my knee so I can function
9 - 10: print out contract (? - will I have it?) and pack minivan with parents
10 - 10:20: sign lease agreement and get keys (? I have no idea when this will actually happen, it is yet TBD?)
10:30 - 11:30: meeting at bank to complete mortgage application so I can actually get this loan by the date the seller has mandated (? NO CONTRACT YET!?)
12:00 - 4: Be at condo for Comcast - if this doesn't work out they are booked until July 15th, and I am at camp, so I won't have internet foreva eva
I also MUST run to Student Health sometime between 10:45 am and 4:00 pm and get a Tuberculous test read. I CANNOT miss this window.
I also need to call Geico to let them know I moved and call in a meter reading by 5 pm.
So...tomorrow I will wake up at 7 am and..pray? hope? bitch? I am a little nervous because when I asked my Realtor at 7 pm or so what the story was, she said the seller had some "questions" that he needed to discuss with his agent. Um..no more questions, handle your shit and send that back in.
So I call my Realtor because (a) my name is spelled wrong on both document and (b) are you kidding about the second one, that shit needs to be cleared up.
I send off signed versions of the corrected documents at 12:30 pm and....I'm waiting.
Okay, so it's 10:30 pm, the night before my condo move, and I still don't have the signed sales agreement addendum that I MUST have to do ANYTHING tomorrow. I have rescheduled 3 appointments tomorrow, I am 100% booked, there is no way this is going to work out. Somehow, tomorrow is supposed to look like this:
7 - 8: pack stuff into my car
8 - 9: go to PT to get steroid injection in my knee so I can function
9 - 10: print out contract (? - will I have it?) and pack minivan with parents
10 - 10:20: sign lease agreement and get keys (? I have no idea when this will actually happen, it is yet TBD?)
10:30 - 11:30: meeting at bank to complete mortgage application so I can actually get this loan by the date the seller has mandated (? NO CONTRACT YET!?)
12:00 - 4: Be at condo for Comcast - if this doesn't work out they are booked until July 15th, and I am at camp, so I won't have internet foreva eva
I also MUST run to Student Health sometime between 10:45 am and 4:00 pm and get a Tuberculous test read. I CANNOT miss this window.
I also need to call Geico to let them know I moved and call in a meter reading by 5 pm.
So...tomorrow I will wake up at 7 am and..pray? hope? bitch? I am a little nervous because when I asked my Realtor at 7 pm or so what the story was, she said the seller had some "questions" that he needed to discuss with his agent. Um..no more questions, handle your shit and send that back in.
Monday, June 28, 2010
I wish I could say this was going to be an uplifting post
but it's not. Today was a shit show of me crying at the bank and yelling at my parents, with basically nothing to show for myself. Essentially, the bank can't even begin the process with me until I have an addendum signed for my sales agreement, and the seller won't do that until he knows when the bank can have my mortgage done by. See the problem? Even if I got everything in tomorrow, the earliest the bank can get my mortgage is July 16th, and that is going to be a stretch because they need about 1,000,000 documents that I don't have. For example, because I only use one credit card I will need to dig up utility bills from D.C. Also, because I am employed as a student I need some document stating I will be employed with them until 2013. I DARE anyone out there to ask their employer to get a statement saying as much, so why do I need to do it? And finally, if I were to expedite this process they might order an appraisal immediately and then end up not approving my loan, which means I will be out yet another $375 for an appraisal that is worthless because I don't have a loan.
Also, my parents found out that even though they are approved, it would also take them 2 weeks to get the money. Plus, if they bought the condo they would just keep it and not sell it to me, so my whole "homeowner dream" would be gone. They also managed to infuriate me because I texted them at 4 pm (while in a meeting at the bank) saying "call your bank and get your approval document ASAP!". When I called them at 4:54 they were like, "oh, but we only have an approval document, not the money...so we didn't call". AHHHHHH!!!!
On the possible plus side, my subletter came by today and said she would take the place, so in the unlikely event that I get to move, I will have someone to move in. Oh, and if I can't move on Wednesday then someone else is completely fucked. Lovely.
So, what is my plan? I called my Realtor (who is getting sort of nasty with me) at 5:15 pm and said one of the the following three options IS what is going to happen:
(1) The seller will let me move in Wednesday, I will give him an extra $3,000 down payment, I will give him $950 to use towards rent and I will pay that rent until I have my mortgage, and he will accept that the mortgage may not happen until August 1st but could happen earlier. Could. In the event that I can't get that mortgage, my parents will buy the condo by August 1st.
(2) I will stay where I am for the month of July and we will close on the condo August 1st.
(3) I will walk away and he can keep the $2,500 bucks I already gave him and use it to go fuck himself. And then that rat bastard can start this whole process again with someone else who will not be able to close on the condo for multiple months because of issues with the condo association.
Realtor....didn't "love" these options, but I am standing my ground. I am hoping my parents come through with an approval document tomorrow so that the seller can have some documentation that SOMEONE will be buying this house by August 1st, but I am no longer expecting things to come in a timely or reasonable fashion.
So yeah, that's what is up. I am not packing up the rest of my stuff tonight because I don't really have any confidence that I am moving Wednesday. On the plus side, Cunt Roomate sent me an email saying she might be gone the month of July (this was said with about a million smiley faces). But, knowing my luck, that will only happen in the event that I move out. I'm sure that if I am stuck here for another month her plans will fall through. FML.
Also, my parents found out that even though they are approved, it would also take them 2 weeks to get the money. Plus, if they bought the condo they would just keep it and not sell it to me, so my whole "homeowner dream" would be gone. They also managed to infuriate me because I texted them at 4 pm (while in a meeting at the bank) saying "call your bank and get your approval document ASAP!". When I called them at 4:54 they were like, "oh, but we only have an approval document, not the money...so we didn't call". AHHHHHH!!!!
On the possible plus side, my subletter came by today and said she would take the place, so in the unlikely event that I get to move, I will have someone to move in. Oh, and if I can't move on Wednesday then someone else is completely fucked. Lovely.
So, what is my plan? I called my Realtor (who is getting sort of nasty with me) at 5:15 pm and said one of the the following three options IS what is going to happen:
(1) The seller will let me move in Wednesday, I will give him an extra $3,000 down payment, I will give him $950 to use towards rent and I will pay that rent until I have my mortgage, and he will accept that the mortgage may not happen until August 1st but could happen earlier. Could. In the event that I can't get that mortgage, my parents will buy the condo by August 1st.
(2) I will stay where I am for the month of July and we will close on the condo August 1st.
(3) I will walk away and he can keep the $2,500 bucks I already gave him and use it to go fuck himself. And then that rat bastard can start this whole process again with someone else who will not be able to close on the condo for multiple months because of issues with the condo association.
Realtor....didn't "love" these options, but I am standing my ground. I am hoping my parents come through with an approval document tomorrow so that the seller can have some documentation that SOMEONE will be buying this house by August 1st, but I am no longer expecting things to come in a timely or reasonable fashion.
So yeah, that's what is up. I am not packing up the rest of my stuff tonight because I don't really have any confidence that I am moving Wednesday. On the plus side, Cunt Roomate sent me an email saying she might be gone the month of July (this was said with about a million smiley faces). But, knowing my luck, that will only happen in the event that I move out. I'm sure that if I am stuck here for another month her plans will fall through. FML.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Dom Job and Weekend
Okay, I'll actually start with the weekend because very little happened. Friday night was dom gig (see below), then I went to my friend's house for drinks (and to tell her all about it), we headed to Canoe Club, and ended up at a house warming party. A solid little evening, nothing too crazy, the usual Hanover crew.
Saturday, I went to a really cute farmer's market in Norwich. It is absolutely everything you would imagine of a Vermont farmer's market including the adorable fiddle and jug band playing in the center. Picked up some clothes so I can make it through camp (you can never have enough workout clothes for epilepsy camp), did some packing, and then had a low key dinner with friends. Sleepy night for all.
Today, I was in the office working much of the day, did the majority of packing and now I only have clothes left to pack up. Not bad. It feels sort of...fucked up...to be packing without any real idea if I will be moving on Tuesday.
Speaking of..I just checked the blog and realized I am missing the "condo situation" blog I needed to write. Basically, I am still totally fucked. No bank in the area can legally give me a loan in less than 7-10 business days, so there is 100% no chance I can close on Tuesday. That being said, my mom (shockingly) came up with a pretty decent solution. I move in on Tuesday (which means not having to reschedule the crap-ton of things related to this move) and pay the seller rent (his mortgage and condo fees) for the month of July and then I close on August 1st. Great idea right?
So the seller said no, but I believe he agreed to something like I must get the fastest mortgage in the history of financial banking, so I can move in on Tuesday and then pay a pro-rated amount of rent based on when I buy the property. Like I said, I "believe" he said yes to this plan, I actually have no idea. FML.
So now I am basically moving all week, frantically trying to get a mortgage from one of the local banks, and writing a fMRI abstract. All of this "needs" to be done before I leave for camp on July 9th. Can I do it? I really have no idea - based on my last experiences and luck I imagine I will get the mortgage at 6 pm on July 9th after I decide to postpone the drive to Virginia and do it all in one day on Saturday. On the plus side, I can at least give my Realtor power of attorney so I don't need to physically be present when the mortgage goes through, but that's sort of anticlimactic ya know? Oh hey, here's your first home that you bought...docs are in the mail?
Okay, so finally, here is how the dom gig went....and good for you for not skipping ahead to this.
The drive wasn't bad at all, I could have done it in 30 but didn't really want to be early. I had seen a picture of him before, but he is basically in his late 50's/early 60's, tan and in fairly good shape, lives in an adorable little house and has the cutest dog and cat I have ever seen. I come in and have a seat on the couch, we're chatting about life, school, adorable cats, etc. All pretty much the conversation you would have with a friend's grandfather or something. At some point we started talking about porn and he brought out his bag of toys. I shall detail this below:
- flogger (cat of 9 tails type deal)
- nipple clamps
- riding crop
- clothespins
- ROPE (like, tons of rope, a ridiculous amount of rope)
- a spreader bar (to, ya know..spread his legs)
- dildos & strapons (maybe I should have named this blog entry that)
- a wheel (basically like a pizza wheel with little blunt pins all around it
- chains/cuffs
- a parachute (this is basically like a semi-circle that you strap around their balls which has chains attached to it, and you can attach weights to the chains...ya know what, look it up if you're curious)
- weights, for said parachute
- candles
- he also had hooks in the ceiling to clamp him into
Okay, so we went through all this, went upstairs to the bedroom, and he basically gave me the instructions to strip him but then I could do whatever from there. Well okay then. So from there I did pretty much everything you could imagine with all of the above toys, minus the dildos and strapons. Lots of spanking and whipping and flogging, lots of pinching and clamping nipples, lots of things to his balls that I would never imagine in 1,000,000 years could feel pleasurable in the slightest, tying up..all the good stuff. After about 1.5 hours of playtime I was sort of out of toys and ideas, so we ended things (...yeah yeah...okay fine..I gave him a handjob with gloves on).
So that was the gig. I walked out with $200 for about an hour and 45 minutes of my time, and I can honestly say I had an okay time. It's certainly not something I would want done to me (or to do to someone I loved), but it was an easy and fun way to make some money. We talked about meetings in the future so I think once moving and camp pass I will try to make this a few times a month sort of gig. But ya know, we'll see how things escalate (he's been talking golden showers for a bit now..not quite sure that works for me, especially since it breaks my "all clothes on" rule).
The one part of the experience that was weird to me was the conversation we were having throughout the whole thing. The last guy wanted me to yell and scream at him, but this guy wasn't really into that, so the conversation went something like this:
(Guy is hanging from the ceiling, with weights attached to his balls, clamps on his nipples, and I am flogging him)
Me: Do you want more?
Guy: Yes
Me: Yes, what?
Guy: Yes mistress
Me: (whips guy)
Guy: So what are you studying at Dartmouth?
Me: umm..(cocks my head in slight disbelief that we are talking about this given the situation)....psychology?
Oh, and also, the guys bedroom is up in a loft and the cat has free reign of the upstairs. So the cat kept trying to um..join in? Like he wanted to play in the candle wax and was basically sitting next to us on the bed and watching. It was....strange....
Anyway, I hope you can all rest easy knowing I am safe and sound,and I'm hoping that my next post will be all about my amazing condo and how everything is working out just great. Oh, and I have another dating website guy lined up, so I should hopefully have more info on that soon.
Saturday, I went to a really cute farmer's market in Norwich. It is absolutely everything you would imagine of a Vermont farmer's market including the adorable fiddle and jug band playing in the center. Picked up some clothes so I can make it through camp (you can never have enough workout clothes for epilepsy camp), did some packing, and then had a low key dinner with friends. Sleepy night for all.
Today, I was in the office working much of the day, did the majority of packing and now I only have clothes left to pack up. Not bad. It feels sort of...fucked up...to be packing without any real idea if I will be moving on Tuesday.
Speaking of..I just checked the blog and realized I am missing the "condo situation" blog I needed to write. Basically, I am still totally fucked. No bank in the area can legally give me a loan in less than 7-10 business days, so there is 100% no chance I can close on Tuesday. That being said, my mom (shockingly) came up with a pretty decent solution. I move in on Tuesday (which means not having to reschedule the crap-ton of things related to this move) and pay the seller rent (his mortgage and condo fees) for the month of July and then I close on August 1st. Great idea right?
So the seller said no, but I believe he agreed to something like I must get the fastest mortgage in the history of financial banking, so I can move in on Tuesday and then pay a pro-rated amount of rent based on when I buy the property. Like I said, I "believe" he said yes to this plan, I actually have no idea. FML.
So now I am basically moving all week, frantically trying to get a mortgage from one of the local banks, and writing a fMRI abstract. All of this "needs" to be done before I leave for camp on July 9th. Can I do it? I really have no idea - based on my last experiences and luck I imagine I will get the mortgage at 6 pm on July 9th after I decide to postpone the drive to Virginia and do it all in one day on Saturday. On the plus side, I can at least give my Realtor power of attorney so I don't need to physically be present when the mortgage goes through, but that's sort of anticlimactic ya know? Oh hey, here's your first home that you bought...docs are in the mail?
Okay, so finally, here is how the dom gig went....and good for you for not skipping ahead to this.
The drive wasn't bad at all, I could have done it in 30 but didn't really want to be early. I had seen a picture of him before, but he is basically in his late 50's/early 60's, tan and in fairly good shape, lives in an adorable little house and has the cutest dog and cat I have ever seen. I come in and have a seat on the couch, we're chatting about life, school, adorable cats, etc. All pretty much the conversation you would have with a friend's grandfather or something. At some point we started talking about porn and he brought out his bag of toys. I shall detail this below:
- flogger (cat of 9 tails type deal)
- nipple clamps
- riding crop
- clothespins
- ROPE (like, tons of rope, a ridiculous amount of rope)
- a spreader bar (to, ya know..spread his legs)
- dildos & strapons (maybe I should have named this blog entry that)
- a wheel (basically like a pizza wheel with little blunt pins all around it
- chains/cuffs
- a parachute (this is basically like a semi-circle that you strap around their balls which has chains attached to it, and you can attach weights to the chains...ya know what, look it up if you're curious)
- weights, for said parachute
- candles
- he also had hooks in the ceiling to clamp him into
Okay, so we went through all this, went upstairs to the bedroom, and he basically gave me the instructions to strip him but then I could do whatever from there. Well okay then. So from there I did pretty much everything you could imagine with all of the above toys, minus the dildos and strapons. Lots of spanking and whipping and flogging, lots of pinching and clamping nipples, lots of things to his balls that I would never imagine in 1,000,000 years could feel pleasurable in the slightest, tying up..all the good stuff. After about 1.5 hours of playtime I was sort of out of toys and ideas, so we ended things (...yeah yeah...okay fine..I gave him a handjob with gloves on).
So that was the gig. I walked out with $200 for about an hour and 45 minutes of my time, and I can honestly say I had an okay time. It's certainly not something I would want done to me (or to do to someone I loved), but it was an easy and fun way to make some money. We talked about meetings in the future so I think once moving and camp pass I will try to make this a few times a month sort of gig. But ya know, we'll see how things escalate (he's been talking golden showers for a bit now..not quite sure that works for me, especially since it breaks my "all clothes on" rule).
The one part of the experience that was weird to me was the conversation we were having throughout the whole thing. The last guy wanted me to yell and scream at him, but this guy wasn't really into that, so the conversation went something like this:
(Guy is hanging from the ceiling, with weights attached to his balls, clamps on his nipples, and I am flogging him)
Me: Do you want more?
Guy: Yes
Me: Yes, what?
Guy: Yes mistress
Me: (whips guy)
Guy: So what are you studying at Dartmouth?
Me: umm..(cocks my head in slight disbelief that we are talking about this given the situation)....psychology?
Oh, and also, the guys bedroom is up in a loft and the cat has free reign of the upstairs. So the cat kept trying to um..join in? Like he wanted to play in the candle wax and was basically sitting next to us on the bed and watching. It was....strange....
Anyway, I hope you can all rest easy knowing I am safe and sound,and I'm hoping that my next post will be all about my amazing condo and how everything is working out just great. Oh, and I have another dating website guy lined up, so I should hopefully have more info on that soon.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tonight, I got fucked
Allow me friends to take you through my day.
Morning started off fine, and then I had a meeting with my adviser that basically amounted to me having no idea how to interpret stats and looking like an idiot. That's okay, she was nice about it, I have direction, all good.
Mid-afternoon I get an email from my subletter who is scheduled to move in on Thursday. She is no longer going to take the apartment... "sorry". It is one week away, and she is just telling me this now. I'm furious. I am MORE furious that she sent me her $2oo non-refundable deposit on Monday and I stupidly didn't cash it, cuz I'm an asshole. I also stupidly sent her an email explaining (nicely) that she screwed me over and I plan to cash the $200 anyway. I deposited it this afternoon, and I'm really hoping she doesn't cancel the check (because that will cost me $20). Sigh.
So I get home, and I'm getting ready for my dom gig tonight, and I get a phone call. It is my mortgage loan agent. The conversation went something like this:
Agent: Hi, I have some..um...bad news.
Me: Okay
Agent: well ......I...(static)......can't...(static static static)..I'm really sorry.
Me: I'm sorry, can you repeat that?
Agent: Can't...finance...loan....sorry.
THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE BAD FUCKING PHONE RECEPTION. AHHHH
So to summarize things as best I understand them, there was this nagging condo questionnaire that my loan agent kept mentioning, but she said it was a formality and was just waiting to hear back on a few questions. Apparently she finally got the answers today, and they were not good.
I already knew that since 44% of the condo units are not owner occupied it was a problem, but the solution is to pay 20% of the total cost upfront. The second issue that came to light today is that 23% of the units are owned by a single person. Somehow, and I'm not exactly sure how, this spells trouble for property costs and Fannie Mae refused to take on the loan. As best I can figure, I guess if I had a loan for $94,000, and the one person sold all their units at once and dropped the price of my unit to $75,000, I wouldn't be able to pay back the bank when it came time to sell. This is my best guess.
So basically I am fucked. I gave the person $2,000 non-refundable and my mortgage company $400, also not refundable. So I am out $2,400 bucks. I also have a trailer rented, Comcast scheduled, the electric bill starting, and my parents and friends all nicely scheduled. And now? What am I going to do?
But, never one to go down without a fight, here is my game plan.
1. Since a lot of the labor intensive work was done by the first company, and I have all of those documents, I am going to go to a local bank first thing in the morning and basically say "Hi, I am closing on a condo on Tuesday, I need $72,000, what can we do?" This makes me nervous because (a) most banks are still subject to the same rules as my mortgage company and (b) most small local banks don't have loan people on site and it takes a few days to even get a call back. I don't have a few days. But what other choice do I have?
2. I contacted one of the people who had asked about my room 3 weeks ago (before this condo jazz happened) to ask if she was still looking, and she was. So best case, maybe I could still make this loan happen, I could still get my money from a subletter starting July 1st, and maybe I could even get that extra $200 from the other girl who backed out. Shit, maybe this new mortgage would even cost less...well okay, that won't happen..but this is best case scenario my friends.
So at this point you might be wondering, but...but..what about the dom gig? Fear not my friends, we rescheduled for tomorrow at 8 pm. I'm not the most thrilled about spending my Friday night with this dude, but I didn't really feel like I was in a position to cancel and not reschedule quickly. So, I will be sure to have an awesome update tomorrow night / Saturday morning.
Oh, and for all of you thinking "oh, this sucks, but at least now she'll have more terrible roomate stories while she looks for a new place"...you can go fuck yourselves ;)
Morning started off fine, and then I had a meeting with my adviser that basically amounted to me having no idea how to interpret stats and looking like an idiot. That's okay, she was nice about it, I have direction, all good.
Mid-afternoon I get an email from my subletter who is scheduled to move in on Thursday. She is no longer going to take the apartment... "sorry". It is one week away, and she is just telling me this now. I'm furious. I am MORE furious that she sent me her $2oo non-refundable deposit on Monday and I stupidly didn't cash it, cuz I'm an asshole. I also stupidly sent her an email explaining (nicely) that she screwed me over and I plan to cash the $200 anyway. I deposited it this afternoon, and I'm really hoping she doesn't cancel the check (because that will cost me $20). Sigh.
So I get home, and I'm getting ready for my dom gig tonight, and I get a phone call. It is my mortgage loan agent. The conversation went something like this:
Agent: Hi, I have some..um...bad news.
Me: Okay
Agent: well ......I...(static)......can't...(static static static)..I'm really sorry.
Me: I'm sorry, can you repeat that?
Agent: Can't...finance...loan....sorry.
THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE BAD FUCKING PHONE RECEPTION. AHHHH
So to summarize things as best I understand them, there was this nagging condo questionnaire that my loan agent kept mentioning, but she said it was a formality and was just waiting to hear back on a few questions. Apparently she finally got the answers today, and they were not good.
I already knew that since 44% of the condo units are not owner occupied it was a problem, but the solution is to pay 20% of the total cost upfront. The second issue that came to light today is that 23% of the units are owned by a single person. Somehow, and I'm not exactly sure how, this spells trouble for property costs and Fannie Mae refused to take on the loan. As best I can figure, I guess if I had a loan for $94,000, and the one person sold all their units at once and dropped the price of my unit to $75,000, I wouldn't be able to pay back the bank when it came time to sell. This is my best guess.
So basically I am fucked. I gave the person $2,000 non-refundable and my mortgage company $400, also not refundable. So I am out $2,400 bucks. I also have a trailer rented, Comcast scheduled, the electric bill starting, and my parents and friends all nicely scheduled. And now? What am I going to do?
But, never one to go down without a fight, here is my game plan.
1. Since a lot of the labor intensive work was done by the first company, and I have all of those documents, I am going to go to a local bank first thing in the morning and basically say "Hi, I am closing on a condo on Tuesday, I need $72,000, what can we do?" This makes me nervous because (a) most banks are still subject to the same rules as my mortgage company and (b) most small local banks don't have loan people on site and it takes a few days to even get a call back. I don't have a few days. But what other choice do I have?
2. I contacted one of the people who had asked about my room 3 weeks ago (before this condo jazz happened) to ask if she was still looking, and she was. So best case, maybe I could still make this loan happen, I could still get my money from a subletter starting July 1st, and maybe I could even get that extra $200 from the other girl who backed out. Shit, maybe this new mortgage would even cost less...well okay, that won't happen..but this is best case scenario my friends.
So at this point you might be wondering, but...but..what about the dom gig? Fear not my friends, we rescheduled for tomorrow at 8 pm. I'm not the most thrilled about spending my Friday night with this dude, but I didn't really feel like I was in a position to cancel and not reschedule quickly. So, I will be sure to have an awesome update tomorrow night / Saturday morning.
Oh, and for all of you thinking "oh, this sucks, but at least now she'll have more terrible roomate stories while she looks for a new place"...you can go fuck yourselves ;)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Oh okay..and a roomate rant
I hate to admit it, but Cunt Roomate has beat me at my own game, and I don't like it.
She has basically set up shop in the kitchen / living room and sits in their eating her disgusting take-out Chinese food and watching Chinese sitcom really loud. ALL THE TIME. I find this especially aggravating because I still refuse to acknowledge her presence, but it's really weird for me because I am just accustomed to smiling and talking to everyone. So, I find myself making weird facial grimaces because I don't know what else to do.
Not so bad you say?
Last night I turn to see Cunt Roomate walking into the bathroom in only her bra and underwear. Uh huh. I close the door, walk out to the kitchen an hour later and *swear to God* she is sitting on a chair in only a t-shirt. ONLY A T-SHIRT. WHHHHHATTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?
I was filling up my water pitcher and had no idea where to look, because part of me wanted to keep looking back to show myself it wasn't real "silly...it's just flesh colored underpants....oh..no..no it is not..back to the water".
Why are my roomates all so freaking comfortable with being naked around me? One pees with the door open, one changes with the door open (German), and the other sits around without pants. I'm...so looking forward to living alone.
I am also in this awkward state where I am really pissed that German Roomate returned to Germany today without clearing out any of her kitchen stuff, but I'm also excited to pillage the good stuff. But then again..I can't pillage until Cunt Roomate gets the fuck out of the kitchen.
6 days and counting.....
She has basically set up shop in the kitchen / living room and sits in their eating her disgusting take-out Chinese food and watching Chinese sitcom really loud. ALL THE TIME. I find this especially aggravating because I still refuse to acknowledge her presence, but it's really weird for me because I am just accustomed to smiling and talking to everyone. So, I find myself making weird facial grimaces because I don't know what else to do.
Not so bad you say?
Last night I turn to see Cunt Roomate walking into the bathroom in only her bra and underwear. Uh huh. I close the door, walk out to the kitchen an hour later and *swear to God* she is sitting on a chair in only a t-shirt. ONLY A T-SHIRT. WHHHHHATTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?
I was filling up my water pitcher and had no idea where to look, because part of me wanted to keep looking back to show myself it wasn't real "silly...it's just flesh colored underpants....oh..no..no it is not..back to the water".
Why are my roomates all so freaking comfortable with being naked around me? One pees with the door open, one changes with the door open (German), and the other sits around without pants. I'm...so looking forward to living alone.
I am also in this awkward state where I am really pissed that German Roomate returned to Germany today without clearing out any of her kitchen stuff, but I'm also excited to pillage the good stuff. But then again..I can't pillage until Cunt Roomate gets the fuck out of the kitchen.
6 days and counting.....
I said more details to come..
So everything is arranged, I will be starting my new gig this Thursday at 6 pm. I have given safety information to a few choice people and I will be sure to let everyone know I get home safely Thursday night.
So what am I up to? Dominatrix Work! Of course! The part I was born to play. No sex (oral or otherwise) and I will be keeping all of my clothes on, but other than that I think I am pretty much game for anything. The guy seems very nice and I am hoping this doesn't turn out to be really weird (I mean, ya know, for this sort of work) so I can do this a few times a month and make enough to pay off these damn starting costs for the condo.
Get excited!
So what am I up to? Dominatrix Work! Of course! The part I was born to play. No sex (oral or otherwise) and I will be keeping all of my clothes on, but other than that I think I am pretty much game for anything. The guy seems very nice and I am hoping this doesn't turn out to be really weird (I mean, ya know, for this sort of work) so I can do this a few times a month and make enough to pay off these damn starting costs for the condo.
Get excited!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
A wee little entry
Nothing much happened this weekend, but here's a little rundown to satisfy your Monday morning procrastination.
Friday was pretty much a personal day at the office. Lots of condo-related and camp-related paperwork and phone calls. Good to get stuff done though, and I feel just about ready for this condo closing date on June 29th.
Also, Friday night I had the strangest thing happen. We did a small bbq dinner at Awkward Jesus' house, and then me, KP and another friends went to Salt Hill in Lebanon. We were scoping out the cute guys when one very tall, very attractive man comes up to the three of us and begins holding court. He is a plastic surgeon at the hospital (which I totally guessed, because I am amazing), was very drunk (for example, he said "this bar is covered in MRSA"). At some point he had blown it with all 3 of us (though really, I was obviously still flirting) and was like "so what are you girls drinking", leaves, and we assume we won't see him again. 25 minutes later he comes by, with our drinks, hands them to us and says "alright ladies, have a good night". Is that not the most random thing? Why would you buy girls a drink and then leave, without exchanging any contact information after you had already removed yourself from the situation. Strange stuff...
Saturday we tried to go swimming in the CT River but everywhere we went said it was off limits, so we were like "oh right, you basically own a condo with a pool at this point", so we headed up that way. The pool was lovely and I even made a friend!! She is in her 40's or 50's and is a retired teacher, but she was SUPER nice and talkative, and we sort of joked about how antisocial and weird most of the Dartmouth-affiliated people are, and I could totally see myself going to her to ask questions, get a hand with something, or have dinner if I was really lonely. Win.
Sunday I did work, went to a softball game, and then we had a nice little surprise party for someone who finished their qualifying exams (something scary everyone takes in the 2nd year - don't worry, I'll start bitching about the prep work for it soon enough).
Other than that, it was a pretty chill weekend. Lots of watching ridiculous movies on Disney and ABC Family. Cunt Roomate has been avoiding me at all costs, and she is stuck getting delivery Chinese food every day to eat. It is possible that she just doesn't know how to cook, but I like to think she is just really uncomfortable being in the kitchen, and that makes me feel a lot of karmic justice.
Okay, back to the real world tomorrow.
Friday was pretty much a personal day at the office. Lots of condo-related and camp-related paperwork and phone calls. Good to get stuff done though, and I feel just about ready for this condo closing date on June 29th.
Also, Friday night I had the strangest thing happen. We did a small bbq dinner at Awkward Jesus' house, and then me, KP and another friends went to Salt Hill in Lebanon. We were scoping out the cute guys when one very tall, very attractive man comes up to the three of us and begins holding court. He is a plastic surgeon at the hospital (which I totally guessed, because I am amazing), was very drunk (for example, he said "this bar is covered in MRSA"). At some point he had blown it with all 3 of us (though really, I was obviously still flirting) and was like "so what are you girls drinking", leaves, and we assume we won't see him again. 25 minutes later he comes by, with our drinks, hands them to us and says "alright ladies, have a good night". Is that not the most random thing? Why would you buy girls a drink and then leave, without exchanging any contact information after you had already removed yourself from the situation. Strange stuff...
Saturday we tried to go swimming in the CT River but everywhere we went said it was off limits, so we were like "oh right, you basically own a condo with a pool at this point", so we headed up that way. The pool was lovely and I even made a friend!! She is in her 40's or 50's and is a retired teacher, but she was SUPER nice and talkative, and we sort of joked about how antisocial and weird most of the Dartmouth-affiliated people are, and I could totally see myself going to her to ask questions, get a hand with something, or have dinner if I was really lonely. Win.
Sunday I did work, went to a softball game, and then we had a nice little surprise party for someone who finished their qualifying exams (something scary everyone takes in the 2nd year - don't worry, I'll start bitching about the prep work for it soon enough).
Other than that, it was a pretty chill weekend. Lots of watching ridiculous movies on Disney and ABC Family. Cunt Roomate has been avoiding me at all costs, and she is stuck getting delivery Chinese food every day to eat. It is possible that she just doesn't know how to cook, but I like to think she is just really uncomfortable being in the kitchen, and that makes me feel a lot of karmic justice.
Okay, back to the real world tomorrow.
Friday, June 18, 2010
SmokeFest 2010
was simply amazing! KP and I had the best afternoon smoking joints in the backyard (once we learned how to roll joints - took some practice), we ate tons of terrible junkfood, had a good time at the bbq, and both sort of passed out watching movies on the couch that evening. What a nice little Thursday.
Okay today is supposed to be a work day, but I'm still feeling lazy, so we'll see how this goes.
Also, teaser alert - I have been looking to find a way to supplement my income with this huge condo move coming up, and I was basically in the market for a similar gig to the standing job I had in D.C. Did I find one? Maybe....... more details to come....
Okay today is supposed to be a work day, but I'm still feeling lazy, so we'll see how this goes.
Also, teaser alert - I have been looking to find a way to supplement my income with this huge condo move coming up, and I was basically in the market for a similar gig to the standing job I had in D.C. Did I find one? Maybe....... more details to come....
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Operation Be Human
Today was Part 1 of a 3 part run on being a human being again. Success!!!
I woke up late, came into the office, picked up some pot, and then we headed off to West Lebanon to (a) pick up rolling papers at a head/sex shop, (b) have a fabulous girls lunch, (c) get a $10 haircut at a saloon school. Sex shop was hilarious (especially since 2 of our party didn't know we were going), lunch was fabulous, and the hair looks lovely. We headed back to Hanover and began drinking mid-afternoon with strawberry daiquiris, went to a fabulous dinner in our own private room at the Canoe Club filled with cocktails, and then went and saw Sex and the City 2. Which was terrible...but you already knew that.
Plan tomorrow involves waking up late, going to get yummy things and then spending the afternoon smoking pot outside until KP and I head to a bbq at 6 pm. Should be the most amazing - I'm really pumped!
Shall report back on Day 2 of Operation Be Human.
I woke up late, came into the office, picked up some pot, and then we headed off to West Lebanon to (a) pick up rolling papers at a head/sex shop, (b) have a fabulous girls lunch, (c) get a $10 haircut at a saloon school. Sex shop was hilarious (especially since 2 of our party didn't know we were going), lunch was fabulous, and the hair looks lovely. We headed back to Hanover and began drinking mid-afternoon with strawberry daiquiris, went to a fabulous dinner in our own private room at the Canoe Club filled with cocktails, and then went and saw Sex and the City 2. Which was terrible...but you already knew that.
Plan tomorrow involves waking up late, going to get yummy things and then spending the afternoon smoking pot outside until KP and I head to a bbq at 6 pm. Should be the most amazing - I'm really pumped!
Shall report back on Day 2 of Operation Be Human.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Crash Test Dummies and a Good Ol' Waxing
Let's start with the weekend round-up and then finish with my quest to return to normal (or, ya know, my normal).
Friday night was low key and fun. I was feeling so punchy all day in the office (something like, why do I need to be here when I don't know what to work on and have worked every weekend since February) so we made plans to hit up $2 tap happy hour and go from there. So, a bunch of us went, had drinks, and then went back to someone's place for a campfire. Smores, more beer, and future plans to play large games of manhunt and capture the flag at night. Good stuff.
Saturday we had a PBS graduation picnic type deal, and then we all left that with the intention of getting drinks and watching soccer at a bar. The bar was packed, so we ended up back at someone's place watching the game and boozing, which then turned into watching Toy Story and boozing. At some point we were all feeling like "we need to do something tonight, we are fucking sick of Hanover and hanging at people's places..let's go do something different".
We looked for any place within a 1.5 hour drive that had live music that night, and we came up completely empty handed. NOBODY HAS WEBSITES IN NH?!?! WTF?!?!
We were about to give up, when my friend mentioned there was a dive bar in White River Junction VT that could be okay. Fabulous. Plans. Something that isn't Hanover. Fabulous.
Me, 2 guy friends, and another female friend jump in the car and head over. Dive bar did not disappoint. And oh wait, it was karaoke night. HOLY CRAP AMAZING. You all know how much I love ridiculous singing. We were quickly named The Dream Team, tons of free drinks, lots of drunk townie guys asking for my number (hey, right now I will take any positive attention I can get) and just a totally awesome fun night. Lots of terrible singing including a total bomb of Crash Test Dummies mmm mmm mmm. We finished the night with Taco Bell and it was overall just a great change of pace.
Sunday I went shopping (I know, right?), went to softball to watch the team finish getting trampled (they were down a girl and I wasn't willing to sacrifice the knee), then bbq and watching of Kick Ass, and then back to softball and this time I was stupid enough to play as they were down far too many players to even be competitive. I refused to run (which had many funny moment) partly because of my knee and mainly because I wasn't wearing a sports bra - so of course this time I bat better than I ever have. I'll take it. A very fun weekend, practically work free, and filled with people saying "we knew you were going to be kinda cool when we met you, but you turned out to be much cooler" so that's always nice to hear.
Best moment of the weekend involving Cunt Roomate:
On Sunday I walked into the kitchen, saw the front door wide open (cuz ya know, there aren't insane bugs ravaging our buddies who would love to fly in) and slammed it shut and went about my kitchen-related business. I was facing the front door (which has a window in it) and filling up my water pitcher when Cunt Roomate knocks on the door. It figures she would be the one who left it open. I look up, see her knocking on the window, give her a "fuck off" smile, and go back to my pitcher task. She knocks again as if to say "no wait, I don't have keys, please let me in". I look up again. Finish filling up the pitcher. Turn off the water. Put it in the fridge. And THEN I went and opened the door. She went to unlock the door and then walked back outside and left it open and I said "absolutely not, this is how bugs get in. Unlock the door and then close it or bring your keys." Stupid Cunt Roomate.
Alright, so I woke up this morning and decided I'm done being a stressed out graduate student. I went to physical therapy and now that things are a little more on track, I can at least begin doing a tiny touch of working out, so I went to the gym this afternoon and plan to do that again this week. I also went and got my eyebrows waxed for the first time in 3.5 months (do y'all remember how ridiculous I used to be about eyebrow waxing?!? 3.5 months. yeah). Oh, and I plan to get my hair cut on Thursday for the first time since...the first week in December? So yes, time to get myself back on track for being a person.
Also, my big scary abstract is still not in and I haven't heard from my adviser since Friday afternoon, but I am not letting this stress me out. I know she will get back to me before it's due tomorrow, so I will NOT be stressed by this.
Oh, and the whole housing thing seems to be working out okay. My real estate agent said changing the date to June 29th shouldn't be an issue, and this will actually work out much better timing wise, as I can close on June 29th, do a little moving on the 30th, clear my day on July 1st so Comcast can come rape me with ridiculous pricing and be out of my place so the girl subletting from me can move in and I don't have to worry about getting it done that same day.
Alright, I'm going to do some laundry and then casually do some work without any stress. Lovin' summer "break".
Friday night was low key and fun. I was feeling so punchy all day in the office (something like, why do I need to be here when I don't know what to work on and have worked every weekend since February) so we made plans to hit up $2 tap happy hour and go from there. So, a bunch of us went, had drinks, and then went back to someone's place for a campfire. Smores, more beer, and future plans to play large games of manhunt and capture the flag at night. Good stuff.
Saturday we had a PBS graduation picnic type deal, and then we all left that with the intention of getting drinks and watching soccer at a bar. The bar was packed, so we ended up back at someone's place watching the game and boozing, which then turned into watching Toy Story and boozing. At some point we were all feeling like "we need to do something tonight, we are fucking sick of Hanover and hanging at people's places..let's go do something different".
We looked for any place within a 1.5 hour drive that had live music that night, and we came up completely empty handed. NOBODY HAS WEBSITES IN NH?!?! WTF?!?!
We were about to give up, when my friend mentioned there was a dive bar in White River Junction VT that could be okay. Fabulous. Plans. Something that isn't Hanover. Fabulous.
Me, 2 guy friends, and another female friend jump in the car and head over. Dive bar did not disappoint. And oh wait, it was karaoke night. HOLY CRAP AMAZING. You all know how much I love ridiculous singing. We were quickly named The Dream Team, tons of free drinks, lots of drunk townie guys asking for my number (hey, right now I will take any positive attention I can get) and just a totally awesome fun night. Lots of terrible singing including a total bomb of Crash Test Dummies mmm mmm mmm. We finished the night with Taco Bell and it was overall just a great change of pace.
Sunday I went shopping (I know, right?), went to softball to watch the team finish getting trampled (they were down a girl and I wasn't willing to sacrifice the knee), then bbq and watching of Kick Ass, and then back to softball and this time I was stupid enough to play as they were down far too many players to even be competitive. I refused to run (which had many funny moment) partly because of my knee and mainly because I wasn't wearing a sports bra - so of course this time I bat better than I ever have. I'll take it. A very fun weekend, practically work free, and filled with people saying "we knew you were going to be kinda cool when we met you, but you turned out to be much cooler" so that's always nice to hear.
Best moment of the weekend involving Cunt Roomate:
On Sunday I walked into the kitchen, saw the front door wide open (cuz ya know, there aren't insane bugs ravaging our buddies who would love to fly in) and slammed it shut and went about my kitchen-related business. I was facing the front door (which has a window in it) and filling up my water pitcher when Cunt Roomate knocks on the door. It figures she would be the one who left it open. I look up, see her knocking on the window, give her a "fuck off" smile, and go back to my pitcher task. She knocks again as if to say "no wait, I don't have keys, please let me in". I look up again. Finish filling up the pitcher. Turn off the water. Put it in the fridge. And THEN I went and opened the door. She went to unlock the door and then walked back outside and left it open and I said "absolutely not, this is how bugs get in. Unlock the door and then close it or bring your keys." Stupid Cunt Roomate.
Alright, so I woke up this morning and decided I'm done being a stressed out graduate student. I went to physical therapy and now that things are a little more on track, I can at least begin doing a tiny touch of working out, so I went to the gym this afternoon and plan to do that again this week. I also went and got my eyebrows waxed for the first time in 3.5 months (do y'all remember how ridiculous I used to be about eyebrow waxing?!? 3.5 months. yeah). Oh, and I plan to get my hair cut on Thursday for the first time since...the first week in December? So yes, time to get myself back on track for being a person.
Also, my big scary abstract is still not in and I haven't heard from my adviser since Friday afternoon, but I am not letting this stress me out. I know she will get back to me before it's due tomorrow, so I will NOT be stressed by this.
Oh, and the whole housing thing seems to be working out okay. My real estate agent said changing the date to June 29th shouldn't be an issue, and this will actually work out much better timing wise, as I can close on June 29th, do a little moving on the 30th, clear my day on July 1st so Comcast can come rape me with ridiculous pricing and be out of my place so the girl subletting from me can move in and I don't have to worry about getting it done that same day.
Alright, I'm going to do some laundry and then casually do some work without any stress. Lovin' summer "break".
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Not Much to Report
Howdy all,
Haven't blogged all week, mostly because not much is going on and I'm feeling pretty punchy as the term is winding down and I feel entitled to some time off, but haven't quite been able to get there.
My big talk went really well on Wednesday even though I was clearly very nervous and the color of a stop sign. I got some really good feedback on some future project ideas, didn't embarrass my new adviser, and at least came off as somewhat competent and able to defend ideas and incorporate research. Mission Accomplished.
My big scary abstract still isn't submitted, but the main draft was done Thursday and now it's just a matter of some wording. I'm a little frustrated by the process, but only because I feel like I could really use one complete and total day off, and I don't feel like I can do that until this abstract is in. But oh well, it'll get in for Tuesday and then I can really relax a bit more.
Nothing fun or new on the boy front, and Cunt Roomate has not shown her face since our emails and rarely comes home until 11 pm. Good, I like this.
I did find a subletter for my apartment, so I feel a lot better about the money situation and being able to really move the fuck out of Northpark and not think twice. Though that being said, I just got an email from my mortgage officer basically saying we need to move up the closing date if I want to get a GIANT tax break on buying this condo. Well fuck, how many times have we gone over that this is my first purchase and the closing date is July 1st? Oh well, just more fun stuff to figure out.
Alright, shall update on weekend happenings later.
Haven't blogged all week, mostly because not much is going on and I'm feeling pretty punchy as the term is winding down and I feel entitled to some time off, but haven't quite been able to get there.
My big talk went really well on Wednesday even though I was clearly very nervous and the color of a stop sign. I got some really good feedback on some future project ideas, didn't embarrass my new adviser, and at least came off as somewhat competent and able to defend ideas and incorporate research. Mission Accomplished.
My big scary abstract still isn't submitted, but the main draft was done Thursday and now it's just a matter of some wording. I'm a little frustrated by the process, but only because I feel like I could really use one complete and total day off, and I don't feel like I can do that until this abstract is in. But oh well, it'll get in for Tuesday and then I can really relax a bit more.
Nothing fun or new on the boy front, and Cunt Roomate has not shown her face since our emails and rarely comes home until 11 pm. Good, I like this.
I did find a subletter for my apartment, so I feel a lot better about the money situation and being able to really move the fuck out of Northpark and not think twice. Though that being said, I just got an email from my mortgage officer basically saying we need to move up the closing date if I want to get a GIANT tax break on buying this condo. Well fuck, how many times have we gone over that this is my first purchase and the closing date is July 1st? Oh well, just more fun stuff to figure out.
Alright, shall update on weekend happenings later.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I am a fucking child
But I am really enjoying making New Roomate/Cunt feel awful.
So, not surprisingly, we are having the same shower-related issues that I had with the original Chinese roomates. I walk in, the entire floor is now a pool of water and there are dozens of nasty black hairs everywhere in the bathroom. Ewl. Over it. The kicker was that the bathroom sink has stopped draining correctly, and when I walked in there was a giant clump of hair from the shower in the toilet.
The following email exchange occurred:
*ME*
Subject: Do NOT put your hair in the toilet
That is how toilets clog. Put it in the trash instead.
Also, it is both gross and unacceptable that your hair is all over the floor of the bathroom after you shower. Handle your business.
*CUNT*
ok i wont put hair in the toilet again.
but i also wanted to let you know before i showered, i saw hair in the tube, judging from the color, i dont think it is mine. i cleaned it up with my hair after i showered.
if i left hair on the floor, i am sorry, i didn't see (probably because i left my glasses in the bedroom today). but i definitely clean every time after i shower.
I want to be a good roommate, so i respect you. but i do want to just say, when you wanted to take my room back then, i did say i was ok it. Housing was the one who wasn't comfortable with it. I hope we can clear that up.
i have every intention to make the next month or so we are living together as peaceful as it can be. and
i appreciate your effort too.
Good night
*ME:
The reason the housing office was unwilling to allow me to move, is because you told both of us that you were moving into that bedroom in January. The housing office wasn't willing to let me move in that room without us transferring leases. You never moved into that bedroom, and it stayed vacant until March when someone else took it.
When you told me you were moving into that room (and therefore, unwilling to switch leases with me), you were lying, and that caused me to remain in that unacceptable living condition for another 3 months while I waited for the other bedroom to open. Why on earth did you tell me you would be moving to campus in January?!? I came back the day after Christmas, just so I could move in and be out of your way when you were moving your stuff.
So to sum, no, we are absolutely not cleared up about the housing situation.
*CUNT*
hold grudges if you want. But believe it or not, i did plan to come back early Jan. i even have tickets booked. I changed my plan the day before my flight, out of many reasons. which in turn caused me to pay double rent for Jan. and Feb.
But again, if you don't want to believe that, that is ok.
All I hope for, is a peaceful stay in NP. And I want to be a good roommate.
that is all.
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I am not sure if I will respond back. Perhaps something like, I will choose to go ahead and hold onto this grudge until I get back the first 3 months of my time in Hanover. But instead, I think I will just not respond, and keep being a total bitch, and send her bitchy emails anytime she does something that could be construed as even mildly annoying.
..and yes, I know, I am being 5...and LOVING IT!!!
So, not surprisingly, we are having the same shower-related issues that I had with the original Chinese roomates. I walk in, the entire floor is now a pool of water and there are dozens of nasty black hairs everywhere in the bathroom. Ewl. Over it. The kicker was that the bathroom sink has stopped draining correctly, and when I walked in there was a giant clump of hair from the shower in the toilet.
The following email exchange occurred:
*ME*
Subject: Do NOT put your hair in the toilet
That is how toilets clog. Put it in the trash instead.
Also, it is both gross and unacceptable that your hair is all over the floor of the bathroom after you shower. Handle your business.
*CUNT*
ok i wont put hair in the toilet again.
but i also wanted to let you know before i showered, i saw hair in the tube, judging from the color, i dont think it is mine. i cleaned it up with my hair after i showered.
if i left hair on the floor, i am sorry, i didn't see (probably because i left my glasses in the bedroom today). but i definitely clean every time after i shower.
I want to be a good roommate, so i respect you. but i do want to just say, when you wanted to take my room back then, i did say i was ok it. Housing was the one who wasn't comfortable with it. I hope we can clear that up.
i have every intention to make the next month or so we are living together as peaceful as it can be. and
i appreciate your effort too.
Good night
*ME:
The reason the housing office was unwilling to allow me to move, is because you told both of us that you were moving into that bedroom in January. The housing office wasn't willing to let me move in that room without us transferring leases. You never moved into that bedroom, and it stayed vacant until March when someone else took it.
When you told me you were moving into that room (and therefore, unwilling to switch leases with me), you were lying, and that caused me to remain in that unacceptable living condition for another 3 months while I waited for the other bedroom to open. Why on earth did you tell me you would be moving to campus in January?!? I came back the day after Christmas, just so I could move in and be out of your way when you were moving your stuff.
So to sum, no, we are absolutely not cleared up about the housing situation.
*CUNT*
hold grudges if you want. But believe it or not, i did plan to come back early Jan. i even have tickets booked. I changed my plan the day before my flight, out of many reasons. which in turn caused me to pay double rent for Jan. and Feb.
But again, if you don't want to believe that, that is ok.
All I hope for, is a peaceful stay in NP. And I want to be a good roommate.
that is all.
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I am not sure if I will respond back. Perhaps something like, I will choose to go ahead and hold onto this grudge until I get back the first 3 months of my time in Hanover. But instead, I think I will just not respond, and keep being a total bitch, and send her bitchy emails anytime she does something that could be construed as even mildly annoying.
..and yes, I know, I am being 5...and LOVING IT!!!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Blogging to Avoid Work
Yeah...it's been one of those days. On the plus side, I'm going to run away and hide from all my work by blogging. Let's talk about the weekend.
Friday:
I'm not sure if I named my Canadian friend yet, but it's getting annoying to explain her each time. So, I'm calling her AP, we hang out a lot, I mentioned her frequently as a grad school friend, let's go with it.
So we started off Friday night really wonderfully by grilling at AP's, having some drinks, etc. We moved over to someone else's house to play beirut and pre-game before the big party going on that night. So we get to the party..and...it is not fun. All sorts of creepy townies, and since it's finally nice out everyone just congregates on the driveway so it's noisy and crowded. KP and I were sitting on some chairs, slightly removed from the party, when an older PBS graduate student came by. She had just gotten her PhD and is leaving Hanover in a few weeks. To sum the conversation, she basically said she enjoyed 2 weeks of her 4 years in Hanover, but gee gosh now she is going to miss it when she leaves. Uh huh, thanks for the pep talk. So KP and I were incredibly depressed, so we went and got semi-acceptable pizza with some similarly depressed friends. A lovely evening.
Saturday:
I slept in a little too late (woops) and worked all afternoon. I had texted New Boy Friday night to see if he wanted to hang out, but I didn't hear back from him until Saturday morning. He basically said that he had left his phone at home last night and was working tonight, and did I have any plans? I told him I was going to a bbq and we sort of agreed he could just call me when he got off work, but he warned me it might be pretty late. Okay.
So Saturday we went to a bbq at Awkward Jesus' awesome house and it was a typically great, low-key bbq. Good food, good drinks, everyone was having fun - all in all a great time. At some point, someone suggested we head to Salt Hill (where New Boy works). I obviously jumped on this - assuming New Boy and I would hang out later that night anyway, it was a natural choice.
We got to Salt Hill, and my crazy awkward drunk Physics friend literally screams my name and jumps on me. I diffuse her for a moment and join everyone else at the bar I see New Boy talking to KP and other friends. I walked up behind him, said hi, and put my arm around him (but in a work-appropriate manner). He looked at me, said hi, and scurried away as fast as possible. What? We sat down and had drinks and New Boy refused to even look at us, and at some point it became obvious he was avoiding our section. The most amazing moment - he was doing cleanup work and had to get all the salt and pepper shakers from the tables. He came to our table, leaned over and said "hey y'all, how's it going" and walk on by. So wow. We ended up booking it while he was in the kitchen to avoid anything else more awkward.
The following text conversation happened after:
New Boy: hey, i just finished. i had an assload of sidework tonite. sorry i wasn't around to chat or anything. hope you're having a great night.
Me: So, what does that mean?
New Boy: i'm heading home for the night. i feel like hell and i'm working at 9 in the morning. i'm really really sorry i couldn't hang out tonight.
Okay - so here is the thing. It's 100% understandable that he was tired, or that he had to be up early the next day - how on earth does that excuse completely ignoring someone? Also, if he knew it was going to be a late night and and an early morning, why not just say from the start that tonight is no good but he would love to see me some other time? Overall, this is just very confusing but not atypical behavior for him. I can't imagine I did anything last Saturday when we hooked up to warrant this, so I'm just going to shrug my shoulders, say mean things about Hanover, and move on.
Stupid Hanover.
So that brings us to Sunday. Today was productive enough, though I am still so far away from the things I have due in the next 1.5 weeks, and I don't actually feel like I have any idea how to get from point A to point B.
More importantly, I have a roomate story for everyone to enjoy as much as I did.
The nice roomate who keeps to herself and is always at her boyfriends finally moved out, and her sublet moved in today. You may recall, the subletter is my housing--nemesis who prevented me from moving away from The Chinese. She told me she was unwilling to let me move into her unoccupied bedroom because she would be moving into it herself. So I waited 3 months and took the much smaller bedroom when I got here. I hate her. She also is the one who said she was uncomfortable with a male roomate so I lost out of my subletter and will likely swallow $1,000 in rent. I really hate her.
So I was in the kitchen cooking lunch when she came by to get the keys and sign papers with the roomate. They finished all that, old roomate left, and housing-nemesis turns to me to say hi. Here is what followed...
Cunt: Hi, my name is Cunt, I am subletting the apartment for the summer.
Me: I know who you are. I was the girl who tried to move into that bedroom (I point to the bedroom) but you said I couldn't because you were moving into it.
....silence, as Cunt freezes and clearly has no idea what to do with the hate look I am giving her
Cunt: Oh...well...um...how do you like it here?
Me: Okay then (and I walked away)
...she came by my room a bit later to ask which bathroom she should use. I pointed, and turned back to my work.
I think she got the point, as I walked by her later on my way out and she completely jumped out of my way. As she should, stupid cunt.
She came home later while I was cooking dinner and said something like "hi" ... I just looked at her until she walked out of the room.
I know this is childish, but frankly, this has been a long time coming. For months I tried to work out complicated revenge fantasies, but I think making her feel as alienated and unwanted here as I felt with The Chinese is more than fitting.
I also plan to make sure she never so much as touches any of my stuff. I am actually keeping my finger crossed that she tries to use something of mine in the kitchen and I can walk up and slap it out of her hands. Oh god....oh god that would be so satisfying...
Anyway, hopefully I'll have some funny stuff about this for the week. I am really hopeful this will be the last week when I talk like a crazy depressed person and scare small children on the streets. Just need to get to the 15th!
Friday:
I'm not sure if I named my Canadian friend yet, but it's getting annoying to explain her each time. So, I'm calling her AP, we hang out a lot, I mentioned her frequently as a grad school friend, let's go with it.
So we started off Friday night really wonderfully by grilling at AP's, having some drinks, etc. We moved over to someone else's house to play beirut and pre-game before the big party going on that night. So we get to the party..and...it is not fun. All sorts of creepy townies, and since it's finally nice out everyone just congregates on the driveway so it's noisy and crowded. KP and I were sitting on some chairs, slightly removed from the party, when an older PBS graduate student came by. She had just gotten her PhD and is leaving Hanover in a few weeks. To sum the conversation, she basically said she enjoyed 2 weeks of her 4 years in Hanover, but gee gosh now she is going to miss it when she leaves. Uh huh, thanks for the pep talk. So KP and I were incredibly depressed, so we went and got semi-acceptable pizza with some similarly depressed friends. A lovely evening.
Saturday:
I slept in a little too late (woops) and worked all afternoon. I had texted New Boy Friday night to see if he wanted to hang out, but I didn't hear back from him until Saturday morning. He basically said that he had left his phone at home last night and was working tonight, and did I have any plans? I told him I was going to a bbq and we sort of agreed he could just call me when he got off work, but he warned me it might be pretty late. Okay.
So Saturday we went to a bbq at Awkward Jesus' awesome house and it was a typically great, low-key bbq. Good food, good drinks, everyone was having fun - all in all a great time. At some point, someone suggested we head to Salt Hill (where New Boy works). I obviously jumped on this - assuming New Boy and I would hang out later that night anyway, it was a natural choice.
We got to Salt Hill, and my crazy awkward drunk Physics friend literally screams my name and jumps on me. I diffuse her for a moment and join everyone else at the bar I see New Boy talking to KP and other friends. I walked up behind him, said hi, and put my arm around him (but in a work-appropriate manner). He looked at me, said hi, and scurried away as fast as possible. What? We sat down and had drinks and New Boy refused to even look at us, and at some point it became obvious he was avoiding our section. The most amazing moment - he was doing cleanup work and had to get all the salt and pepper shakers from the tables. He came to our table, leaned over and said "hey y'all, how's it going" and walk on by. So wow. We ended up booking it while he was in the kitchen to avoid anything else more awkward.
The following text conversation happened after:
New Boy: hey, i just finished. i had an assload of sidework tonite. sorry i wasn't around to chat or anything. hope you're having a great night.
Me: So, what does that mean?
New Boy: i'm heading home for the night. i feel like hell and i'm working at 9 in the morning. i'm really really sorry i couldn't hang out tonight.
Okay - so here is the thing. It's 100% understandable that he was tired, or that he had to be up early the next day - how on earth does that excuse completely ignoring someone? Also, if he knew it was going to be a late night and and an early morning, why not just say from the start that tonight is no good but he would love to see me some other time? Overall, this is just very confusing but not atypical behavior for him. I can't imagine I did anything last Saturday when we hooked up to warrant this, so I'm just going to shrug my shoulders, say mean things about Hanover, and move on.
Stupid Hanover.
So that brings us to Sunday. Today was productive enough, though I am still so far away from the things I have due in the next 1.5 weeks, and I don't actually feel like I have any idea how to get from point A to point B.
More importantly, I have a roomate story for everyone to enjoy as much as I did.
The nice roomate who keeps to herself and is always at her boyfriends finally moved out, and her sublet moved in today. You may recall, the subletter is my housing--nemesis who prevented me from moving away from The Chinese. She told me she was unwilling to let me move into her unoccupied bedroom because she would be moving into it herself. So I waited 3 months and took the much smaller bedroom when I got here. I hate her. She also is the one who said she was uncomfortable with a male roomate so I lost out of my subletter and will likely swallow $1,000 in rent. I really hate her.
So I was in the kitchen cooking lunch when she came by to get the keys and sign papers with the roomate. They finished all that, old roomate left, and housing-nemesis turns to me to say hi. Here is what followed...
Cunt: Hi, my name is Cunt, I am subletting the apartment for the summer.
Me: I know who you are. I was the girl who tried to move into that bedroom (I point to the bedroom) but you said I couldn't because you were moving into it.
....silence, as Cunt freezes and clearly has no idea what to do with the hate look I am giving her
Cunt: Oh...well...um...how do you like it here?
Me: Okay then (and I walked away)
...she came by my room a bit later to ask which bathroom she should use. I pointed, and turned back to my work.
I think she got the point, as I walked by her later on my way out and she completely jumped out of my way. As she should, stupid cunt.
She came home later while I was cooking dinner and said something like "hi" ... I just looked at her until she walked out of the room.
I know this is childish, but frankly, this has been a long time coming. For months I tried to work out complicated revenge fantasies, but I think making her feel as alienated and unwanted here as I felt with The Chinese is more than fitting.
I also plan to make sure she never so much as touches any of my stuff. I am actually keeping my finger crossed that she tries to use something of mine in the kitchen and I can walk up and slap it out of her hands. Oh god....oh god that would be so satisfying...
Anyway, hopefully I'll have some funny stuff about this for the week. I am really hopeful this will be the last week when I talk like a crazy depressed person and scare small children on the streets. Just need to get to the 15th!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Yeesh
Okay Amanda, here is a post so you quit bugging me ;) . On a scale of 1 to 10 on the stream of conscientiousness writing scale, this is a 10 (barely intelligible).
I think I left off Saturday/Sunday morning, so let's roll from there. Sunday I worked during the day (typical) and then headed over to my friends bbq by a lake. And..it was so super fun! Great weekend of bbq's, nice to put my feet in the warm lake and just relax with friends.
Monday I went to work and then we had mandatory fun lab party at the New Adviser's house. Now, I like New Adviser a lot, but she can also be super scary and intimidating. Sometimes she is in a really fun mood, and we talk about unimportant things and joke, but sometimes.........she is in Professor mode. She's not so fun in Professor mode. Also, a lot of the RA's in our lab sort of suck, so this party could so south quickly.
So I drove over with the other graduate student (who is the best) and the party was sort of strange. We were all mingling in the kitchen/dining room area and having drinks and joking and New Adviser tells everyone to head outside and hang out on the porch. But...she (and her boyfriend) didn't follow. And then they were cooking food. So we were all sitting outside sort of..awkwardly waiting? Finally everyone was eating and they both came out, but were again sort of closed off and not really interacting. It was weird, because New Adviser likes to host.
We all headed inside for dessert and New Adviser's boyfriend (who I adore) suggested we break out the new Wii that was bought for the lab. Somehow, that caused all the RA's and undergrads to leave at that moment. 15 seconds later, it is me, other graduate student (who is a 2nd year but never really bonded with New Adviser) and boyfriend sitting on the couch with the Wii. We have no idea if we should also get the fuck out...or if she wants us to stay...or....yeah. And New Adviser wouldn't ask us to leave, she would just bring it up later.
So, we decide to stay. And we are all drinking, and playing Wii, and giggling, and telling bad blind date stories - and it was totally right move. We had SO much fun and there was some really great bonding. The next morning, New Adviser's facebook status (she is addicted to Facebook) was all inside jokes we had, so that is a nice little nod to us and that she also enjoyed herself. Win!
Tuesday - lots of working, lots of programming, lots of stress.
Wednesday - I had my annual review with New Adviser. It went really well, and luckily I had no idea that was why we were meeting, so I couldn't even be nervous about it. She had so many nice things to say and very little negative, so that was a big change from Old Adviser. She did, however, set some very scary deadlines for me in the next few months. So, that just adds the stress.
Thursday - today, OMG I am so totally stressed out about many things. I am still feeling so awkwardly fumbling teenager in the dark about all this brain imaging stuff. I also thought I accidentally deleted what basically amounted to another grad students entire portfolio of scripts today, and had a panic attack, until I realized she actually did it and I was just in the wrong folder at the wrong time.
Oh, and also, I am super stressed about getting this freaking mortgage taken care of. Everything needs to be in by tomorrow or my contract will be void with the seller. I get a call this afternoon and they basically needed me to find a way to get to a branch of my bank to print something out - but my closet branch is CT. Fuck. So, parents ended up doing some running around for me, but I can just tell I'll get a call tomorrow morning like "woops, sorry, this won't do". Also the parents are leaving for a 2.5 week cruise Saturday - so I basically need to handle all of those questions that you call parents about by tomorrow. I got homeowners insurance and everything handled yesterday, but I just know other shit is going to come up.
Okay what else. Physical therapy is sort of going well. My knee is doing better, but I think that is because I did something to a nerve in my other foot so I haven't really been able to move or do anything to screw up the knee. In other health news, I hate NH. I have something like 35-50 bug bites on my arms and legs right now and I have NO idea what is causing them and how the FUCK to stop them. I basically have all my windows open at all times, so I guess it makes sense that sleeping in what amounts to be outside will cause dozens of bug bites. It does make me hate life though.
Okay final boy related stuff. I dropped Cute Pharmacist this week. I sent him a non-encouraging response to a text Sunday asking what I was up to tonight, and he didn't get the hint. He kept gchatting me during the week, and I was not terribly talkative, but he never asked me to do anything so I didn't have a chance to get rid of him. Finally last night I was SUPER stressed out, which he knew, and he sent me "you sound like you're having fun, come get drunk with me instead" so I responded with "I have been meaning to say something to you about this. I don't feel like there is any chemistry between us." He never responded. He also didn't block me. So I did that this afternoon. As for Mr. Ho Hum from this weekend, neither of us have reached out to each other, so I think it was probably a mutual decision that this wasn't a good match. That's good. So, sad to say, nothing on the horizon. When I have more time I'll start something else ridiculous to amuse you all.
Alright...bleck..back to work. Must...get...to..June 16th. Though I am discouraged to find out that my graham cracker box worth of pot will likely only happen if I ask the MR technician who sent me that ridiculous email about how he likes my tits. I'm not sure that's going to be worth it.....
God, I can't even bring myself to re-read this post. Thanks for reading folks!
I think I left off Saturday/Sunday morning, so let's roll from there. Sunday I worked during the day (typical) and then headed over to my friends bbq by a lake. And..it was so super fun! Great weekend of bbq's, nice to put my feet in the warm lake and just relax with friends.
Monday I went to work and then we had mandatory fun lab party at the New Adviser's house. Now, I like New Adviser a lot, but she can also be super scary and intimidating. Sometimes she is in a really fun mood, and we talk about unimportant things and joke, but sometimes.........she is in Professor mode. She's not so fun in Professor mode. Also, a lot of the RA's in our lab sort of suck, so this party could so south quickly.
So I drove over with the other graduate student (who is the best) and the party was sort of strange. We were all mingling in the kitchen/dining room area and having drinks and joking and New Adviser tells everyone to head outside and hang out on the porch. But...she (and her boyfriend) didn't follow. And then they were cooking food. So we were all sitting outside sort of..awkwardly waiting? Finally everyone was eating and they both came out, but were again sort of closed off and not really interacting. It was weird, because New Adviser likes to host.
We all headed inside for dessert and New Adviser's boyfriend (who I adore) suggested we break out the new Wii that was bought for the lab. Somehow, that caused all the RA's and undergrads to leave at that moment. 15 seconds later, it is me, other graduate student (who is a 2nd year but never really bonded with New Adviser) and boyfriend sitting on the couch with the Wii. We have no idea if we should also get the fuck out...or if she wants us to stay...or....yeah. And New Adviser wouldn't ask us to leave, she would just bring it up later.
So, we decide to stay. And we are all drinking, and playing Wii, and giggling, and telling bad blind date stories - and it was totally right move. We had SO much fun and there was some really great bonding. The next morning, New Adviser's facebook status (she is addicted to Facebook) was all inside jokes we had, so that is a nice little nod to us and that she also enjoyed herself. Win!
Tuesday - lots of working, lots of programming, lots of stress.
Wednesday - I had my annual review with New Adviser. It went really well, and luckily I had no idea that was why we were meeting, so I couldn't even be nervous about it. She had so many nice things to say and very little negative, so that was a big change from Old Adviser. She did, however, set some very scary deadlines for me in the next few months. So, that just adds the stress.
Thursday - today, OMG I am so totally stressed out about many things. I am still feeling so awkwardly fumbling teenager in the dark about all this brain imaging stuff. I also thought I accidentally deleted what basically amounted to another grad students entire portfolio of scripts today, and had a panic attack, until I realized she actually did it and I was just in the wrong folder at the wrong time.
Oh, and also, I am super stressed about getting this freaking mortgage taken care of. Everything needs to be in by tomorrow or my contract will be void with the seller. I get a call this afternoon and they basically needed me to find a way to get to a branch of my bank to print something out - but my closet branch is CT. Fuck. So, parents ended up doing some running around for me, but I can just tell I'll get a call tomorrow morning like "woops, sorry, this won't do". Also the parents are leaving for a 2.5 week cruise Saturday - so I basically need to handle all of those questions that you call parents about by tomorrow. I got homeowners insurance and everything handled yesterday, but I just know other shit is going to come up.
Okay what else. Physical therapy is sort of going well. My knee is doing better, but I think that is because I did something to a nerve in my other foot so I haven't really been able to move or do anything to screw up the knee. In other health news, I hate NH. I have something like 35-50 bug bites on my arms and legs right now and I have NO idea what is causing them and how the FUCK to stop them. I basically have all my windows open at all times, so I guess it makes sense that sleeping in what amounts to be outside will cause dozens of bug bites. It does make me hate life though.
Okay final boy related stuff. I dropped Cute Pharmacist this week. I sent him a non-encouraging response to a text Sunday asking what I was up to tonight, and he didn't get the hint. He kept gchatting me during the week, and I was not terribly talkative, but he never asked me to do anything so I didn't have a chance to get rid of him. Finally last night I was SUPER stressed out, which he knew, and he sent me "you sound like you're having fun, come get drunk with me instead" so I responded with "I have been meaning to say something to you about this. I don't feel like there is any chemistry between us." He never responded. He also didn't block me. So I did that this afternoon. As for Mr. Ho Hum from this weekend, neither of us have reached out to each other, so I think it was probably a mutual decision that this wasn't a good match. That's good. So, sad to say, nothing on the horizon. When I have more time I'll start something else ridiculous to amuse you all.
Alright...bleck..back to work. Must...get...to..June 16th. Though I am discouraged to find out that my graham cracker box worth of pot will likely only happen if I ask the MR technician who sent me that ridiculous email about how he likes my tits. I'm not sure that's going to be worth it.....
God, I can't even bring myself to re-read this post. Thanks for reading folks!
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