Crappy day.
I didn't sleep at all last night. I kept thinking about the house and our bid and what fixes we would make to it and what we would put where and such. I tried not to think about it, but it's so hard. I certainly didn't want to get my hopes up again but I just really couldn't help it. I should have "daydreamed" about having an affair with someone famous instead. At least then I would have known what my chances would be of it coming true.
My day started off well enough, except I was tired from lack of sleep. Work was okay. Steady/slow. Karen and Rob came to visit me late in the day. That was nice. We're going to try to get together tomorrow night. I have a meeting at 6pm at work. I hope it doesn't last too long. I'm sure it will be about the parades and traffic/parking.
Art called me after lunch to let me know that the realtor was accepting 2 more offers even though the owner had already seen ours and the other persons and would decide after looking over all of them. I found out right before I left work that we didn't get it. Again, we didn't even lower our bid from the asking price, we only asked them to cover half the closing costs. I think when the last 2 people found out there were already 2 bids on the house at least one just went for it all. We would have done the same but couldn't afford to pay that much up front. I'm pretty sure we had the best bid when it was just 2 offers.
So I left work in a bad mood/disappointed. I totally hate that feeling. I tooled around on the computer looking at other houses for sale. Wonder if and when my realtor will be available to see any of them. As I was getting ready to leave for pool, my stupid neighbor George came banging on the back door to borrow salt because none of my neighbors can do their own grocery shopping and are constantly "borrowing" something from us since we are the only ones in the apartments that work for a living and don't live off the state. Ugh. So I go to the kitchen and bring the salt and just as I'm about to open the screen door to hand it to him I hear a cat meow. I didn't see her but I heard George hush her. I tried to push the dogs back, who were already going wild and just stick my hand through the screen and what does the idiot do?! He grabs open the screen door so of course Obi runs out chasing after the cat and I squeeze out trying to close the screen at the same time and he's trying to force it open more. I yelled, "you're going to let the other one out!" as I chased after Obi with no shoes on, salt in hand, through the alley that's covered in gravel with sharp pointy rocks and glass. Luckily Obi was in the lot next door but he could have easily run to the street. I grab Obi, scolding him and carry him back to the house and George says, "God, why are you in such a bad mood?" Gee, even if I wasn't in a bad mood before I still would have been pissed at him. Who brings their cat over to a house that has dogs?! Fucking idiot. He's lucky nothing happened to Obi or I prolly would have decked him. I just yelled as I slammed the salt down on the picnic table outside, "I've got better shit to do" and walked inside. And these are the people I have to live around. About a month and a half ago there was a stray puppy under the building that we heard whining in the middle of the night so we lured her out and George came out at the same time. I told him we couldn't keep her because we already had our dogs in our little apartment and I was going to call Animal Control because I didn't want her to get hit by a car. He said he would take her for the night and try to find her a home. The next day he said that the landlord said he could keep her. And then she started to grow. I knew she was going to be a big dog, and I had told him that but he didn't listen. Now she's eats so much and it's only going to get worse. A person on a fixed income should not have pets they can't afford and then try to shove them off or abandon them. He tried saying, "Well you gave her to me." WTF?! I didn't give her to anyone, she wasn't mine to give. He took her because she was little and cute. Now she barks all the time, eats a lot, and digs in his plants and he's trying to blame me? Idiot.
Anyway after I got Obi back inside I put my shoes on and Ed and I headed to the bar I was suppose to play pool at. I really didn't feel like playing and after sitting there for 20min I asked the captain if I was going to play or not and that I'd rather go home since I was in such a crappy mood. Sam said they didn't need me and I as I was saying goodbye and good luck to the rest of the team (trying to be positive), fucking Fernando says, "have fun at Fiesta" I was like, "WTF?! I'm not going to Fiesta." Whatever. So now I'm no longer in a crappy mood but I'm more drained. Good night. I can't wait for Sunday when all the parades are over and I have a full day off.
My day started off well enough, except I was tired from lack of sleep. Work was okay. Steady/slow. Karen and Rob came to visit me late in the day. That was nice. We're going to try to get together tomorrow night. I have a meeting at 6pm at work. I hope it doesn't last too long. I'm sure it will be about the parades and traffic/parking.
Art called me after lunch to let me know that the realtor was accepting 2 more offers even though the owner had already seen ours and the other persons and would decide after looking over all of them. I found out right before I left work that we didn't get it. Again, we didn't even lower our bid from the asking price, we only asked them to cover half the closing costs. I think when the last 2 people found out there were already 2 bids on the house at least one just went for it all. We would have done the same but couldn't afford to pay that much up front. I'm pretty sure we had the best bid when it was just 2 offers.
So I left work in a bad mood/disappointed. I totally hate that feeling. I tooled around on the computer looking at other houses for sale. Wonder if and when my realtor will be available to see any of them. As I was getting ready to leave for pool, my stupid neighbor George came banging on the back door to borrow salt because none of my neighbors can do their own grocery shopping and are constantly "borrowing" something from us since we are the only ones in the apartments that work for a living and don't live off the state. Ugh. So I go to the kitchen and bring the salt and just as I'm about to open the screen door to hand it to him I hear a cat meow. I didn't see her but I heard George hush her. I tried to push the dogs back, who were already going wild and just stick my hand through the screen and what does the idiot do?! He grabs open the screen door so of course Obi runs out chasing after the cat and I squeeze out trying to close the screen at the same time and he's trying to force it open more. I yelled, "you're going to let the other one out!" as I chased after Obi with no shoes on, salt in hand, through the alley that's covered in gravel with sharp pointy rocks and glass. Luckily Obi was in the lot next door but he could have easily run to the street. I grab Obi, scolding him and carry him back to the house and George says, "God, why are you in such a bad mood?" Gee, even if I wasn't in a bad mood before I still would have been pissed at him. Who brings their cat over to a house that has dogs?! Fucking idiot. He's lucky nothing happened to Obi or I prolly would have decked him. I just yelled as I slammed the salt down on the picnic table outside, "I've got better shit to do" and walked inside. And these are the people I have to live around. About a month and a half ago there was a stray puppy under the building that we heard whining in the middle of the night so we lured her out and George came out at the same time. I told him we couldn't keep her because we already had our dogs in our little apartment and I was going to call Animal Control because I didn't want her to get hit by a car. He said he would take her for the night and try to find her a home. The next day he said that the landlord said he could keep her. And then she started to grow. I knew she was going to be a big dog, and I had told him that but he didn't listen. Now she's eats so much and it's only going to get worse. A person on a fixed income should not have pets they can't afford and then try to shove them off or abandon them. He tried saying, "Well you gave her to me." WTF?! I didn't give her to anyone, she wasn't mine to give. He took her because she was little and cute. Now she barks all the time, eats a lot, and digs in his plants and he's trying to blame me? Idiot.
Anyway after I got Obi back inside I put my shoes on and Ed and I headed to the bar I was suppose to play pool at. I really didn't feel like playing and after sitting there for 20min I asked the captain if I was going to play or not and that I'd rather go home since I was in such a crappy mood. Sam said they didn't need me and I as I was saying goodbye and good luck to the rest of the team (trying to be positive), fucking Fernando says, "have fun at Fiesta" I was like, "WTF?! I'm not going to Fiesta." Whatever. So now I'm no longer in a crappy mood but I'm more drained. Good night. I can't wait for Sunday when all the parades are over and I have a full day off.