What a L-O-N-G day yesterday was. Not only long, but just about every minute until I left work was stressful. It was bad enough having to babysit the broker, loan officer, and underwriter to get this whole fiasco corrected, but I was under constant pressure at work to get a release out the door. Matter of fact, at 4pm, the project manager stops by my office to check on how the builds were going. I told him they have to wait for 30 mins or I'll lose my house. You should have seen his expression. But it was true.
I sent email after email, and made call after call yesterday to get things ironed out with House #2. My wife and I were adiment we would get reimbursed in full for filing an extension, or not do the deal at all. It turns out the loan officer could not be reached. Finally, I had to have my wife start dealing with the matter as things were coming to a head at work. At about 4pm, I FINALLY got an email from the loan officer saying he would reimburse us the charge in FULL. So, I call my agent and tell her to meet me at my bank to get the check. I then run out the door (literally) to my car, hop to the bank (which thankfully is just a mile down the road), get a cashier's check and meet my agent. I got back to work about 4:25m to continue working. I'm lucky I happened onto one of those days the lobby at the bank stayed open past 4pm, or I'd of had to go thru the drive-thru.
I won't detail all the calls and emails as they were too much and everything was a blur. The one thing that added to my anger was the fact the title company hadn't received the survey. Back on Monday, th eunderwriter said that whole deal was taken care of. Looks like another dropped ball. Luckily, I keep a folder in my car of all the important paperwork for the current deal I'm doing, so I can have it with me for such emergencies. One of the things I included was a copy of the survey. So, when I met my agent to give her the check, I also gave her the survey copy.
It is now almost noon on Thursday. The release got out the door last night at 5:30p (I got into work at 6:30am), and it looks like the title company got their $#@%#$ paperwork (or, at least, I haven't heard the contrary yet).
If I didn't have kids, I would pick me up a bottle of Jack Daniels this weekend and slowly sip it until its gone on Sunday - not doing a damned thing in the process (except maybe relieve myself). What a nightmare week this has been.
3 comments:
Oh man... I feel for you.. Just keep reminding yourself why you are doing this.. because you're a masochist :-)
Oh, you poor guy! I have been there! And, a big cold one does help--even if it has to wait. So, find a time to drop your kids off with the grandparents and go take your wife out for dinner and a drink!
Shaun - Thanks man. I'm beginning to wonder if that's a trait of REI that none of the gurus like to mention to newbies. LOL!
Trisha - Thanks as well. I haven't had an alchoholic beverage in probably three years now (has it been that long?!?!). I used to drink JD routinely, but stopped it all when my daughter was born. There are times, though, that I haven't thought about it - especially last week. Ugh - what a nightmare. ;-P
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