![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
| Previous | Index | Next |
Selling Schizophrenia18.March.2004According to the stress test I took online, my head is about to leave my neck at mach speed due to the pressure I'm under right now. It's due to pop right off my neck sometime within the next week.We had our house inspected yesterday by a licensed inspector of houses for people who want to purchase a house without defects. I tried to get my house to cram for the big exam, but would it? Nooooooooo, of course not. You know what happens when you don't study for a big test. You fail. Unless you can manipulate the answers via some online hacking, which I am unable to do because this Inspector Person used an archaic method of communication, called a pencil. Our house didn't pass the test. Apparently it needs to be rebuilt from the foundation on up. No, not really. It's actually in pretty good shape for a home built in 1968. It's actually doing better than I am, and I wasn't built in 1968. And no, I'm not going to tell you when I was built, but lets just say that if I were a home, I might qualify to be classified as a historical monument. Or was that 'hysterical'? As you may have figured out, we're selling our home. This rates right next to death on the stress-o-meter. At times in the past month, I have felt that death might be a preferable option to what has been going on. Anyone who has ever sold a house while they lived in the house knows what fun this can be. You willingly let complete strangers into your most personal space and watch as they wince at what you considered to be a great decorating idea.
Realtor: "Why yes, isn't that a hoot?" Potential Buyer #1: "I don't get it. Why would they need a bed in the bathroom?" Realtor: "Well, you know some people" Potential Buyer #1 never again met my eyes during the remainder of the house tour and scurried back to his car as quickly as possible.
Realtor: "Yes, both are original to the home and we're not even charging you extra for the historic value imbued in these items. This is MY house! And therein lies the biggest hurdle of all. Me. I want to move. I don't want to move. I hate my house. I love my house. I need more room. I have enough room! I'm getting whiplash just thinking about things lately. Apparently I have a latent case of schizophrenia where selling my house is concerned.
Me: "Get out of my house! Out! Out I say! Potential Buyer #4: "Isn't there a For Sale sign out in front? I was sure I saw a.. Me: "You're delusional! Get out! That's my shower curtain! Perhaps if I left a way for me to have visitation rights to my old house I'd feel better about selling it to someone else.
Home Buyer: "Oh, hey honey. Look who's back! Me: "I know, I'm sorry about dropping by so late last night." Home Buyer: "It was this morning. Three a.m. to be exact." Me: "Well, yeah, ok. But I was sure I'd left my hamster here. Are you sure you haven't heard him scurrying around in the walls?" |
||
| Previous | Index | Next |
![]()
editor's note: due to stoopid people who can't behave in public (ie, spammers) we have had to turn off the comment feature on our older columns. We'll try waiting a while and then turning it back on to see if they get bored and go away. In the mean time, we will manually add any REAL comments if you email them to us. The link is below.
Scripts modified from Matt Wright's guestbook. His scripts can be found at Matt's Script Archive
Email Me At
©All work is copyrighted and cannot be used without the written permission of the author
|