Don't you hate when...
...you feel like your life is at a stand still because you are waiting for this one thing to happen, this one wish to come true. And it is so close that you can see it, taste it, almost feel it, but yet it will not hurry up and become reality. I hate that feeling. For the past couple of years I've been waiting for that divorce, for that promotion, for that college degree, to own that home. If you don't have goals, what are you living your life for? But why do I have to feel like I can't do anything else or advance in my life if I don't hurry up and finish these things I've started.
I was really hoping that this Friday I would close on my new place. After all I was "pre-approved." But don't mistake pre-approved for actually being approved. Silly me for not knowing there was a difference. The loan program that I was so qualified for a few days ago all of a sudden was blindly pulled from underneath me. Damn this $#%$% economy!! You'd think lowering the interest rate a quarter of a percent (ooh) would make a difference. Bullshit.
My realtor says that the loan people are still working hard to make sure I close on Monday. They do not see any reason why I should not get the loan, except that banks are chickening out, tightening up their shit since they irresponsibly lent money to people they shouldn't have. And I have to live with the repercussions of their mistakes.
Either way, I'm not getting my hopes up about Monday, but I am not giving up either. I will own a house, if it takes every last little bit of blood, sweat and tears. If I have to sit on the floor in a house with no furniture. I cannot and will not go back to renting. I have the means to buy a place, and I will.
I've already packed up my things and I refuse to unpack or stop packing.
My job is another story. This so-called raise that I was waiting on is now pertinent on how well I project manage this huge install that is going in at the end of next month, beginning of November. Hold up Motherfff#$%er! I am not waiting until next month or longer to see IF YOU WILL GIVE ME THE RAISE I want. Hasn't my last year of work been enough??? I asked for at least half, NOW. And honestly I am so turned off by my raise depending on this project instead of my past year's work that I am honestly and seriously considering looking for another job. They will shit their pants if I leave. Good.
Ugh. I'm so upset. I've been a bum all weekend. Things will get better. I know. But until then, I'm just waiting. Waiting on things to look up for me.
I was really hoping that this Friday I would close on my new place. After all I was "pre-approved." But don't mistake pre-approved for actually being approved. Silly me for not knowing there was a difference. The loan program that I was so qualified for a few days ago all of a sudden was blindly pulled from underneath me. Damn this $#%$% economy!! You'd think lowering the interest rate a quarter of a percent (ooh) would make a difference. Bullshit.
My realtor says that the loan people are still working hard to make sure I close on Monday. They do not see any reason why I should not get the loan, except that banks are chickening out, tightening up their shit since they irresponsibly lent money to people they shouldn't have. And I have to live with the repercussions of their mistakes.
Either way, I'm not getting my hopes up about Monday, but I am not giving up either. I will own a house, if it takes every last little bit of blood, sweat and tears. If I have to sit on the floor in a house with no furniture. I cannot and will not go back to renting. I have the means to buy a place, and I will.
I've already packed up my things and I refuse to unpack or stop packing.
My job is another story. This so-called raise that I was waiting on is now pertinent on how well I project manage this huge install that is going in at the end of next month, beginning of November. Hold up Motherfff#$%er! I am not waiting until next month or longer to see IF YOU WILL GIVE ME THE RAISE I want. Hasn't my last year of work been enough??? I asked for at least half, NOW. And honestly I am so turned off by my raise depending on this project instead of my past year's work that I am honestly and seriously considering looking for another job. They will shit their pants if I leave. Good.
Ugh. I'm so upset. I've been a bum all weekend. Things will get better. I know. But until then, I'm just waiting. Waiting on things to look up for me.