Today, I really hit my top.
I have been waiting three months for any sign of moving into my new apartment.
Three bloody long months of no words, just real estate butt kissing to the highest degree.
My real estate is incompetent, stupid and has no concept of service delivery, even at its lowest quality.
I have received nothing but phone calls and emails about how she is making things happen, she has the power to make decisions on the building of new unit, blah, blah, blah.
Basically, I have to listen to six months of bullshit and no action.
When I say I am going to something, I do it. I don't spend the next six months saying yeah I'm on it but I'll get to it. I would be fired for that. And I work in an industry that serves the public.
How can a real estate agent, whose only job is to serve and do it well, can not even do that. The only she has done is talk about how wonderful she is, how good she is, why she is good at her job... oh for the love of god, if I see her I want to punch her... and I am not violent. I am weak as piss.
I hate people who bullshit. That spin lies to your face and when you say are you bullshitting they deny it. Don't do that! That is one thing that pisses me off. Liars. If I ask you to your face and you lie, and I find out that you're lying, oh.... run!
Ok I am mid-way through trying not to have the urge to jam her real estate licence up her ass because I am trying to be an adult. But man I really want to slog her. Gggrrghhh!!
Ok, I am calm now. I had a sip of red wine. I am going to be ok.
I hate her. Ok hate is a strong word. I really, really, REALLY, dislike the woman. That's better.
I know she is trying to do her job but she is really bad at it and I was even warned beforehand. I ignored it.
I was warned not to move in with my best friend (now ex best friend) and I did. And it was a disaster. But I ignored everyone. Friends and family warned me but I ignored them.
I wanted to move to London when I was 21 and didn't because everyone told me to build a career. I did. And while I am extremely happy that I did so, when I did move to London I was 28 and it was a lot harder than for my younger friends who moved there.
I am going to stop listening to everyone else telling me how to live my life, and I am going to listen to just one voice, mine. I've been right before and I will again. I just second guess it from time to time.
This time, I was pissed and I let my real estate agent have it. Family said don't but bugger it... I let her have it. Silly cow.
Still wished I told her to shove the real estate licence up her ass...
