South by Southwest

A blog about the Sunshine Family's life and times transitioning from Big City life to Small Town Texas life. Oh yea, I have a husband, two young adults and two emotionally needy pets.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Ollie








Our Ollie went to live with Bonus Mom and a few others this past Thursday. Last week, when we found out he was terminal, I ran across this particular comic.



Ollie had cancer and congestive heart failure--a tough and fatal combo. Last week the vet was optimistic he would live for a while longer. At the time, Ollie was fine, but it took only a few more days for him to take a turn. Tuesday he fell off my bed. Wednesday he slid down the stairs. By Thursday he was wheezing with every breath.

Ollie liked to play tug with his rope. When he won, he would gloat. He kept us safe from lizards, birds and first repsonder sirens. He loved chasing birds. In fact, running in the greenbelt near our home, chasing birds was a favorite. He hated walking on the leash, but could be trusted to stay with me if I went somewhere and didn't have a lead.

He was Buckaroo's dog, but I was his person, which did not sit well with Finn. But Ollie chose me. I was up with him most of Wednesday-Thursday night, rubbing his chest to help him breathe. I thanked him for being such an amazing dog and teaching me dogs were pretty wonderful--especially Ollie Doggies.










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Friday, May 24, 2019

Bad MLS Pictures

I need a vacation.


This house has been sitting on the market for 103 days, a rarity in our market. Perhaps the agent (Spoiler: it wasn't professional photography) could have closed the garage door first.



This caught my eye for a couple of reasons.
1. They put a "with the lights" and "without the lights" picture on MLS. 
2. Where's the stove? 





Oh! There it is! 



Look! This particular property comes with a street! 



We agents coach our clients to take down all personal items before listing their house
because buyers might find it "distracting." 
You decide. 



Someday I am going to do an entire Bad MLS Picture series on
body parts found in bathroom mirrors. 



Not the same listing. Awesome use of photography.




This one caught my eye because the agent had to sit on the floor to take this picture. I guess showing a buyer the room from eye-level was too taxing. 



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Thursday, May 23, 2019

Inconvenience and Tough Love

Inga told me Wednesday morning--after my phone rang non-stop for an hour--she just "didn't feel well." Therefore, she didn't want any showings until further notice. Later, she told me it was, "too hard," to get out of the house and people just weren't going to be able to see it. And even later, she said she couldn't, "keep going to Starbucks." That's fine. I never said she had to go to Starbucks. She did ask where she should go. I suggested drive around for 15 minutes while strangers were deciding if they wanted to buy her house. If that didn't work, try the library.

Now, I am not going to go into details about why Inga is moving, other than to say, she has no other choice. She has to sell her house. And not having showings because she is tired (which is all it is), is not a good enough excuse. There is no way around this: she will be homeless.

As an agent, I am required to obey my client's requests. I am also required to work in their best interests. Her best interests at this moment is to suck it up and let people see her home. If it is that big an inconvenience, go to a hotel. Because my phone won't stop ringing.

As far as the offer I was promised, I haven't seen it yet. I don't have a lot of faith it will be a wonderful offer anyway. Plus, about 320 other people want to see her home immediately, so I am certain she will have an offer some time. And I am sure it will coincide with my drive across Texas later this week. Offers magically have a way of coinciding with my travel plans.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

She's So Cute!

Tuesday morning, 7 a.m. I got a text from Inga. Was the house on MLS?

"Yes, it it. It went live at midnight," I replied.

She wrote back: "Funny, I haven't heard from any agents yet."

Around noon, Inga texted me again. "How do you think it is going?"

I replied, "What is 'it' and where is it 'going'?"

Truly, sellers are their own breed of neediness. I should know. I have been a seller. It is a lonely place to be, waiting with anticipation for someone to love your home as much as they do. The silence is worse than the inconvenience it causes.

But I did hear that she is getting an offer. I have no idea if it will be $20,000 under asking price or if it will be reasonable. I don't know if they will want Inga and Liam to remove a wall, redecorate the kitchen or if the buyers just love the house the way it is.


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Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Not to Jinx It Or Anything

Inga's house is supposed to go live this week. Here are some of the pictures. There are plenty more, but you get the idea.

I am pleased to say, she liked my pictures better than the last agent's photos. Here is the link to the old photos: https://adventureswithrealestate.blogspot.com/2018/07/bad-mls-pictures-srbbe-edition.html

By the way, that second picture below where you see the chair, that's where the couch was located.






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Sunday, May 19, 2019

Professionalism

Back story: Jane is out of town. She has buyers. The wife has not seen the house the husband picked out. However, they have been under contract for two weeks. The wife was going to be in town to see this property while Jane was away. She asked me if I could show it to this couple.

It is crucial to know, as I don't represent the buyers or the sellers, either party could have a significant problem with me showing this property. And they should. Jane ran this by Mrs. Hufflepuff and verified it wasn't an issue with her brokerage. The selling agent SHOULD have a problem and probably should have showed up under the circumstances.

What could happen you ask? With no representation there, the parties might feel like they can just renegotiate. The sellers could be home and the buyers and sellers could start talking and work up a gentleman's agreement of items that may be illegal or are not in the contract. You would not believe how often this happens ("You don't need to fix the air conditioner, it's not that warm today...") . It never ends well.  Additionally, the seller may not want someone who doesn't represent the buyer in their home. They live there.

Anyway, here was the madness to make sure I covered my bases.


E-mail to the seller's agent.

Hi Bev,

I am assisting Jane with Hufflepuff Realty while she is out of town. She has asked me escort her clients tonight, so they can view the property. She made this appointment last week for 5:30 this evening. I wanted to ensure the sellers will not be home. Also, I wanted to disclose to you, I don't work for her brokerage, I know nothing about the property, nor the contract. 

If you would, please verify the sellers will not be home.

Thank you. 



Reply e-mail from someone named "Terri"

Home is under contract



My response: 

Hello Terri, I am aware the house is under contract. I am assisting the buyer's agent who  made an appointment for her clients to see it tonight. which is what I wrote below. Please verify the sellers will not be home, as I have no agency with the buyers. Or, perhaps someone could return the phone call I left earlier if you need to discuss further.

Thank you,


Terri's response: 

There was no voice mail. 




My response: 

That's unfortunate. I left it with Bev's voice mail. I haven't heard back from her. However, this does not really resolve my concern. I am: 1) verifying the appointment for this evening is still on. 2) confirming the sellers will not be home and 3) disclosing to Bev that I have no agency with either party, and I wanted to verify this would not be an issue. 


This, apparently, was too complex for Terri and Bev was nowhere to be found. Ashley took over. 


Ashley:

Jane confirmed this appt with me for tonight at 5:30 and the sellers will not be home.
But please do not just open the door and leave the clients inside the home with the key.


Me (wondering WHO JUST OPENS A DOOR AND LEAVES STRANGERS WITH A KEY??): 

Of course! I will be with them the entire time. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew I don't have agency.


Nobody got back to me with a concern about the agency issue. I am guessing Bev didn't have a problem with it. Hopefully. 

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Good News, Bad News

The photographer came to Inga's house yesterday. I was pleased to see she had moved the couch from the kitchen into living room. Progress!

I was not pleased to see the toilet sitting in the front yard.
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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Dave The Carpet Guy

I met Dave the Carpet Guy over the phone when he called me while sitting with Liam and Inga. Turns out, he had this super-duper exciting idea he wanted to throw at me: list their home for $10,000 more than we were planning and then offer a carpet allowance for a full-price offer.

You see, Dave the Carpet Guy was once a loan officer. Back in the day, lenders didn't mind "carpet allowances." They do now. However, Inga and Liam simply LOVED the idea of listing their home for $10,000 more than any other home in the given square mile. Especially because the carpet guy said that was a good idea.

Meanwhile, I was back in my basement office 45 miles away, listening to Dave on speaker phone sell my clients on this nonsense.

"Take me off speaker, Dave." was my only reply.

In the end, I managed to convince Dave not to say such things to unsophisticated sellers, on tight budgets. And for the love of all that is holy, he is sitting in this house and why on earth would he suggest they can get $10,000 more for their house when he hasn't run the comps and he can see what I am up against? And while we are on the subject, because he already managed to convince my clients to purchase carpet, maybe he could throw in flooring in the living room--which was the only room that actually needed the carpet--at his cost.

"Yea, I can do it for $637 dollars," he said.

"How about $400," I countered and Dave agreed. I saw the invoice. They really did pay $400 when all was said and done.

Dave and I are now Facebook friends. He invited me to join a referral group he had going. I did, and got a public shout-out from him to the group. Also, I just sent him three carpet leads.

Dave is also a Yankees fan. Bless his heart. We just agree to disagree on that one.

I will tell you the one sweet story that came out of this. Inga and Liam independently told me Dave shared with them I was a good agent. He said I was looking out for them and it showed. I am pleased I got the kudos from him. And I am even more pleased Liam and Inga thought to share this with me.
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Alfred is Leaving the Bat Cave

The Latest Go-To Destination, Meadview AZ
Many years ago when I first got into the business, I was selling a piece of land in a subdivision. One day I got a phone call from Alfred. He had a lot down the street and he was thinking about selling it. But more to the point of his phone call, he had called six agents and I was the first one who answered the phone.

Alfred and I have stayed in touch since that day. I know all about Alfred's mother, who passed away about 10 years ago. I have heard about his brother in San Diego and his sweet nieces. And, I have heard loads about Alfred's job. Alfred works for the Wayne family as a valet. He has been living in Santa Barbara with them for years, helping out Master Bruce and the gang. A few years ago I sold the Wayne family's home in Chandler.

Through the course of time, I hear from Alfred on occasion. When the big fires hit a couple of years ago in Santa Barbara, I found out Grandmother Wayne, the matriarch, was moved about two hours before her residence burned to the ground. She is now holed up in some 10,000 square foot hovel in Carpenteria.

Sometimes when Alfred comes into town on Wayne business he calls to say hello. Sometimes he just calls to say hello when he isn't in town. It is always fun to hear the latest in his life. Even as I write this, I am smiling. Alfred brings out the smiles in me.

A couple of days ago, Alfred called me. He wants to retire in Meadview Arizona and he wanted me to be his agent. I had no Earthly idea 1) there was a Meadview Arizona and 2) where it could possibly be. It turns out it is an hour North of Kingman and two hours East of Las Vegas, for those of you dying to know. It looks like harsh desert and I am not about to attempt to do business up there. I told Alfred as much. I would be learning on his dime and that wasn't fair to anyone.

I did find Alfred a loan officer. I also found him (through a bit of digging) an agent. I am not asking for a referral fee from the agent on the less than $70,000 house he is looking to buy.

Alfred has been calling me though. He was wondering if he should just not use the agent so he can get a "better price." Dear Heavens, NO! Alfred lives in Santa Barbara. He knows nothing about the Mojave Desert. He doesn't know about water rights or building practices in Meadview Arizona. He doesn't know about environmental concerns and possible expansive soil issues. He doesn't know about possible land leases or what are the egress rights for crossing through the West Rim of the Grand Canyon to get to Meadview. For that matter, neither do I!

I know just enough to ensure I want to talk to Alfred for another 16 years. So, I want to make sure he was in super-capable hands. So please Alfred, listen to your new agent. She's got your back.






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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Of Dead Plants and Misplaced Couches

Yesterday, Liam told me I am to list his house for $15,000 more than it is worth because of all they had to "do" to it. What they had to "do" was make repairs--repairs that should have been made all along. Repairs that should never have waited until the last minute. And by the way, they have not put $15,000 worth of repairs into their home.

As he is dictating this to me, I am counting backwards from 10, knowing eventually I am going to have to say something moderately intelligent and not the least bit impolite. Pro tip: when counting backwards from 10, if you count by .001, it takes a long time to get to zero.

In some ways, I found Liam's particular bit of logic amusing. I have given them several lists of to-do items that will help their home sell. These items included touching up the exterior paint, decluttering the house and planting a few flowers in the front. All of these items are practical and fit their budget, which is quite limited. None of them they heeded. In fact, they have their own list that keeps getting weirder.

For example, last week Inga told me the flapper on the front potty was broken. They break. Ace Hardware sells a replacement flapper for  $13.99. I mentioned this to her. I promised, it was so simple to replace, that even I can do it. So, don't worry. It won't be costly. What do they do? They bought a new solid gold toilet. Then they hired a plumber with a PhD to install the toilet. The almost $14 flapper cost as much as a bathroom remodel.

The week prior to last, I got a call from Dave. He was the flooring sales person. He was sitting with Inga and Liam and discussing what kind of flooring they should put in their home. I was thrilled they were willing to go to this expense. After all, the vinyl was completely torn up and was a major eye sore. However, they weren't replacing the vinyl. They were replacing the carpet, which really didn't need to be replaced. I explained this to Dave, Inga and Liam. None of them cared. Realizing  I was fighting a losing battle, I got Dave to throw in the living room carpet at cost. They now have lovely, but unnecessary new carpet and an even smaller budget.

What I find interesting, is all of the repairs I have asked them to make that they ignore. For example, the back patio roof has an awkward piece of wood dangling from it. I don't know why. I have suggested fifteen times or so that they fix this. Doing so will accomplish two major items. First, it will not be unsightly and make a potential buyer wonder why there is an awkward piece of wood dangling from the roof. Second, it is a bit of a hazard.

What do they do instead you ask? They moved all the furniture to the garage. No, not all the furniture. There is now--and I am not making this up--a couch in the kitchen where Inga will be sleeping until further notice. I suggested putting the couch in the living room where couches are usually found, but that didn't seem like a practical suggestion to them.

To their credit. They did buy the plants I asked them to buy. But, they got the inexpensive seedlings, which are still sitting in the flower pots they came in, smack dab in the back yard. Tomorrow it will be 100 degrees. But no matter, right now now they look rather crispy so it is rather immaterial at this point. Liam feels it is most economical to just let the sprinklers water them, instead of planting them and putting a hose on them.

Yesterday Inga asked me what an inspector might call out on an inspection list. I told her, in order to get an inspection, she needs a buyer. In order to get a buyer, she needs to get the house on the market. In order to get the house on the market, she needs to have the photographer come by and take pictures. In order to get the photographer to come by and take pictures she needs to move the couch out of the kitchen and by all means, stop finding things to fix.
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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Mother's Day

Bonus Mom
A Happy Mother's Day to all of you out there.

The most significant moment in my life happened almost 19 years ago. I held my baby for the first time and nothing until that moment in my life truly mattered.

It took 31 years to decide I wanted kids. My Polly taught me about love. Buckaroo taught me to laugh.

This past week I spent most every waking moment in tears or at least on the verge. Mother's Day now means one less card to buy. One less person to honor. It also brings out a flood of memories. Bonus Mom chose me to be hers. I miss her. I grieve and don't know how to heal. But I don't mind the pain, because it means I had her love first.

I don't want to be known for being a real estate agent. Motherhood is what I want to be remembered for. It is what I remember Bonus Mom as. There is truly nothing like a mother's love. Nothing. 




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Saturday, May 11, 2019

Beach Bound

I need a vacation.

There's an old adage in real estate: Want to get busy? Book a vacation.

So I got a call from a dude today. He was referred by my brother. He needs to move in the next six weeks. No pressure. Except I am leaving town sometime soon. And I am a one-woman show. Back in the days when I worked in a brokerage I could just have another agent from my office handle this. Now, it isn't so simple.

Anyway, knowing I have a slight and possible conundrum, I contacted Mrs. Hufflepuff. Would it be ok for me to do a 50/50 sale with Jane if necessary? I wasn't going to offer this if Mrs. Hufflepuff's brokerage said no. I know enough other agents who would say yes, under the circumstances, but I would rather give the business to Jane.

I now have Mrs. H's blessing to allow Jane to work with me on this sale--if it turns into a sale. Jane has been the one in charge of us since 1974. It might be kind of fun to boss Jane around for once.


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Friday, May 10, 2019

Spending Spree

So, Ari's home closed. You probably knew this because you may have heard the rejoicing from the Heavens.

The house Ari bought was not on the MLS, which means I wasn't owed a commission. However, the agent was gracious and paid me a reasonable commission anyway. For this, I am grateful. In fact, the commission was higher than I expected, which was a nice surprise.

Yesterday my check was couriered over. I went to the bank, cashed the check and immediately spent every last dime.

I paid Buckaroo's car insurance and the forced increased premium on my umbrella policy.
I bought two books for my Kindle.
I put aside the prerequisite money for Uncle Sam.
I paid off my business expenses (advertising, fees, and other sorted real estate related expenses I had been accruing for a few weeks)
I took the family out to eat last night.
Did I mention Buckaroo's car insurance?*

Our savings is in infant stage. Our vacation is pre-paid. It was nice to have this bonus cash come in and take care of some of the lingering expenses we had. My next commission check should be here in the next few days. Hopefully that one will just sit tight in the bank.

Starting over is difficult.

*Want to know how expensive it is to insure a teenage boy in Maricopa County? Polly got her license/car insurance and her braces on the same day. It was still cheaper than Buckaroo's car insurance.
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Thursday, May 9, 2019

Maybe the Cat Eats the Brownies

"How much do you love me?" I asked Jane today, after I left my listing appointment.

"Why?" she replied.

Jane is no fool.

So I explained how my new clients have a tenant they are asking to leave. Originally they were going to give the tenant a 60 day notice. At that point, I offered to help the tenant find a new rental. After all, why not? I just love rentals--especially in the summer. I love helping folks who need to move ASAP when I have no idea of their background, ability to pay and credit score.

My new clients, now excited at the prospect of selling their home sooner than later, suddenly had a change of heart. Why give 60 days when the law only required 30? That would be better for them. And, even better, it would ensure the tenant would not waste any time looking for a new place to live. They thanked me for being willing to help their friend--she's now a friend, not a tenant who seems to like her herbs smoked or baked into brownies. And gosh, thanks a bunch!

Of course 30 days might be a bit difficult as I am leaving town soon. No worries! As a sales person, I always have a contingency. I explained to my new folks the timing might be off, but never fear, I have a colleague who would simply be delighted to help the tenant/friend find a new place to live.

It is going to cost me a lot of goodwill, but Jane has agreed to help this tenant find a new place to live. I may have forgotten to tell Jane about the tenant's pet cat whose fur smells like pot and was walking around with a bit of a contact high. Perhaps I will just omit that little tid-bit. 

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Wednesday, May 8, 2019

I Take It Back

Maybe it does take a village to close a real estate transaction.

This morning I met Ari, his loan officer and my title agent in South Chandler for Ari's signing. In Arizona, one generally doesn't sign and close on the same day. If there is a reason for this to happen, it has a lot more to do with the lending side than any other reason, but I digress.

As agents, we should attend our client's signings. Most of the time I sit there, hanging out and smiling, glad my folks have done whatever they need to do to get to what led them to the chair in the title office. Sometimes (rarely) the loan officer comes and most of the time, he has nothing to do either.

Except today. Today we were busy.

Let me just say this: the loan officer drove 77.4 miles (I googled it--he lives on the way West side of town) to be at this 8:30 a.m. signing. And I want this on record: I take back almost everything I said about him.

Ari's settlement statement had a few errors on it. They were items the loan officer and I caught at signing, and because he (the loan officer) was there, he was able to call his folks at the bank and get everything immediately fixed. There was also a problem with the promissory note. Had the loan officer not been there, I would have advised Ari not to move forward--not that Ari needed any encouragement to sign an incorrect promissory note. However, once again, the loan officer was able to take care of the issue and another one was issued. Neither of these tasks could have been handled without hands-on assistance from this guy.

Now then, these are both issues that should have never gotten this far, but let's just overlook that. The point is, if the loan officer hadn't been at Ari's signing, Ari would still be homeless. I would also be calling the other agent and begging for another extension.

Anyway, if all goes well--and what could possibly go wrong?--Ari will be a home owner by 5 p.m. today.

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Monday, May 6, 2019

Monday's Adventures

Ari and I met on Saturday to do a final walk-through on his house. Hopefully loan documents will be showing up today or tomorrow. Hopefully.

_____________________________


Last Friday I texted Ari's loan officer the following micro-managed question: "Has the CD been acknowledged yet? Please don't think this text has anything to do with your competence. I am always like this."

_____________________________


Inga and Liam, to the surprise of nobody other than Inga and Liam, are still not ready to list their home. I just cancelled the photographer. Again.

Yesterday morning I got a text from her saying saying she didn't "have time" to plant flowers (I told her to buy pots with flowers in them) and clean the kitchen, so she needed me to prioritize. I told her to do both. I have seen her kitchen, it isn't big or messy, so I wasn't buying it. But then again, I am not sure anyone will be buying her house because it isn't on the market yet. Again.

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Ask any agent, they will tell you the real trick to getting busy in real estate is to book a vacation. The more complex the trip, the more likely their phone will ring. My phone is ringing. It is a happy problem.



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Merry Christmas Mr. Miller

Joe Miller was the agent for Mary and John Smith. Herbert Hill was the loan officer. Herbert was bilingual, which was a benefit for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, because English was not their first language. Herbert prequalified these folks for $250,000.

Joe Miller showed the Smiths homes for three months. He wrote three offers. All fell out of escrow for a variety of reasons. As of last May, the Smiths said they were going to take a month off from looking at houses. Joe Miller said OK, talk to you soon.

In December Joe Miller went into Mrs. Smith's place of business. This is the first contact he had with the Smiths since May. He found out the Smiths bought a house in July from agent Jill Hill, the loan officer's wife. The house sold for $450,000.

Joe Miller sent a grievance up the chain of command insisting to the grievance committee Jill Hill acted unethically and he is owed the commission on the house the Smiths bought.

Mr. Miller said finding out "right before Christmas caused a lot of emotional strain and stress on his marriage and children. Money was tight and it was a direct result of (Jill Hill's) actions."

The grievance committee spent quite a bit of time on this particular case. On one hand, there is the indication that that Jill Hill "stole" Joe Miller's client. After all, the loan officer recommended his wife and they purchased a home for $100,000 more than they had been prequalified for before.

On the other hand, why didn't Joe Miller follow up with his clients in a timely fashion? He had them sign nothing indicating he was their real estate agent. He abandoned them. They didn't want to be homeless and they moved on.

The grievance committee unanimously sided with Jill Hill. But I have to tell you, I am very pleased there was a discussion about it. We took the case seriously and studied it from many angles. I had never had a case that wasn't forwarded to the High Inquisitor Squad before. I can honestly say true consideration went into our decision.

Here is what I think truly happened. The Smiths were frustrated with their agent (Mr. Miller). They had already lost out on three homes. It is the agent's fault (it is always the agent's fault, right?). They complained to their loan officer who said his wife was an agent. She spoke the same first language as they did and could communicate better.

The Smiths probably had "mattress money" (excuse the stereotype, but a lot of folks who are not originally from here have mattress money. It is more common than you think) and when the homes they were interested in that Joe Miller showed fell through, they decided to splurge and get what they wanted. It just so happened the Smiths did not call Joe Miller back and took his silence that he was done. Apparently they were done with him too.

It seems to me, if you are in commission sales and the only way you get paid is by selling a house, you might be more inclined to stay in touch with your clients.






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Thursday, May 2, 2019

Getting Closer

On my way across town yesterday to meet Bonus Dad for lunch and then to see Inga, I called the ^*%&$&! Loan Officer on Ari's sale to get an update. As we were talking, my other line was ringing. It was the selling agent. Given what  mood I was in, it was best I waited a few hours to get back with the selling agent anyway.

My real problem is the final underwriting portion of a loan should take a day. It has taken 2 weeks, with no discernible reason, other than the loan officer was lazy and unproductive. I didn't use those words during our chat yesterday but I may have had a bit of exasperated impatience in my voice. The Loan Officer caught on to my implication that he was incompetent. He informed me he had been doing this for 20 years.

I am pleased to say I held my tongue and did not say that I suspect he has been repeating his first year as a loan officer 20 times.

As I write this--a day later--Ari's file has been back to underwriting and lo and behold! We have final approval. Now there are a few administrative items that need to happen on Ari's part (like signing loan documents), but it looks like Ari is getting his house sometime next week.
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Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Mayday

The selling agent for Ari's sale has given us three days to get our act together or he is going to pull the sale so his client can get boatloads more money for his home. Frankly, I would do the same thing if I were him. However, I wouldn't necessarily give the three extra days. That is a gift and I think it was a courtesy to me. By the way, when I say, "us," I mean the @*$^#)! loan officer. A couple of days ago, I suggested to Ari if his mother has any (true) pull at the bank she insisted her son use for his loan, now is the time to play her cards. So far nothing positive has come of this, other than the marvelous amounts of self control I am currently exhibiting.

I explained the obvious to the loan officer: if Ari loses this house, there is little possibility of finding anything else in his price range. This one was a gift from Heaven. Ari has done everything asked of him. It is the loan officer who can't seem to find a sense of urgency over urgent items from weeks earlier that are still urgent and outstanding. Plus, most likely Mr. Loan Officer and I are fired. Mama will insist--and she holds Ari's inheritance. There will be no third time around with Ari.

Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but is there anyone out there who wants to work and not get paid in the end? I estimate I have about 90+ hours into this project (not including the other sale he lost partially to the loan officer and partially because the other agent was unprofessional). So, even at the going minimum wage, that is a chunk of change I am out. Worse, it is a lot of good faith I am out with the other agent and Dee, who keeps referring folks to me. Plus--and this is the most important part--I work to satisfy my children's pesky grocery and electricity addiction. So, yea, I'm a little hot about this.

As of 8:35 I have managed to hold off calling the loan officer to ask for a status. I am not sure I want to hear "I am working on it." Because I am not sure I can continue exhibiting marvelous amounts of self control.





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