But I should have heard the whistle…
I’m not going to go nuts here. 200 words or less…
I had a day of HUGE ups and down. On the upside, the City of Beacon building inspector came today. Checked to see that we’d hit all the points he wanted us to and I’m pleased to say that I was able to pick up my certificate of occupancy this afternoon. What this means in English is that we can now legally live in the house we built. We’re DONE. It’s a real house.
My extreme ecstasy was brought to an abrupt halt about an hour later though. The BANK inspector came by and, even though I’d given the woman I work with at the bank a full disclosure on what was left to be completed, the bank said no, no, Nanette. Can’t close.
What the heck was I thinking?
Appraisor-boy’s chief complaint? There was still some trim to do and pocket, doors to hang, and he wanted the decking laid down on the front porch and the stairs complete in front of the house. (It’s Thursday mind you. There’s a long weekend ahead and this would have been done by the time we closed. But, obviously, this guy could give two rips about that.)
But check out Mr. Bank Appraiser’s M.O. (And I use the Mr. reference lightly) He walks in the door, stands in the kitchen and says to the trim guy, "How long you think it’s going to take to finish this?" Paul replies, "Well, I’ll finish these windows by tomorrow and be done with the baseboard by the end of Saturday." Bank guy retorts, "Well ya know, it always takes you longer than you think." (Mind you, Paul works like lightning. Bank-whack is just a flat out jerk.) Never looks around the house. Never leaves the kitchen. Only looks in the fridge. (What the %$#& ?)
I should also note here that this is the same inspector that, on his last appraisal, had the wrong number of bedrooms, the wrong square footage, carpet, and vinyl in the house. (Uhm.. there isn’t carpet or vinyl anywhere in the house loser-boy! Maybe you should walk around and take a look? While you’re at it. Take a look at the trim too. When’s the last time you saw someone take the time to do trim like that?) He also didn’t know that I was the homeowner standing right there when he didn’t take the time to look around the house. I also wonder whether Wells Fargo knows they’re paying this guy to do such a half-assed job.
So, instead of easy sleeping and a closing on Tuesday, I’ll be worrying all night and working my behind off the entire weekend so I can kowtow to the almighty bank jerk next week.
Too bad I didn’t get to enjoy the the plesure on my CofO for more than an hour.
This is more than twice as many words as I said I’d force on you. Nothing ever works out the way you expect it to now does it?
Guess that was a train…
