Realtors With Heads Firmly Planted in their Backsides
What is the deal with some agents? They act like they're doing me a favor by speaking to me. They talk down to me about not being able to buy a house that costs more than a half a million dollars. They don't return calls, they show up late for showings, they just don't seem to give a shit about anyone but themselves.

Now, I should disclaim here that the real estate agents as typified above are the exception and not the rule but its the same thing like finding a shitty PR rep. They set the bar for the rest of the profession. Same thing for used car salesmen, find one that's slimy and they're all suspect.

The bad news? The place I wanted to get into tonight and possibly put an offer in on tomorrow is already off the market. That's how fast these places are moving right now.

More bad news? The other one I want to get in and take a look at tonight. The realtor is being a fucking pain in my ass. Because we're using a broker, they are now demanding that the broker arrange our showing. Only problem is our broker is P's uncle, he's retired and is doing this as a favor and he's four hours north of us in Sacramento. If the agent here in town continues to make things as difficult as possible then I will likely post her information here so that anyone searching for her will realize what a fucking hassle it is to deal with her.

And there is no good news right now, I'm pissed off at the house buying process. I'm tired of idiots with houses thinking they'll make a huge profit by listing ratholes for a hundred and fifty thousand more than they're worth. I'm tired of my time being wasted by idiots who can't do business honestly. I'm ready to take what we can get and just deal with it.

Oh wait, there is good news but its only tangentally related to the house buying process. I made my mother laugh out loud today and that's kind of cool because it was something she read here on my blog. My mom understands that this is a place for me to vent and share my life, she reads it but doesn't ever attempt to admonish me (damn, this sounds familiar, have I written this already? Its like deja vu all over again), she accepts that I've got a fiery and, on occasion, passionate side that burns out on to the page or screen or whatever. So, thanks Mom! I've come a long, long way since I was writing those short stories in high school, eh?