Saturday, May. 14, 2005
The Worst
This is an entry from last night.
I have decided to can my real estate agent. If there is one thing I hate more than working with lazy people, it has to be working with dumb people. This lady just has no common sense. Plus, she just doesn’t know what the hell she is doing. That’s a bad, bad combination.
I really didn’t know what to do because she is one of my mom’s friends. But, I just sucked it up and told my mom. Low-and-behold, she thought the exact same thing that I did. A miracle, I tell ya, that my mom and I shared a similar thought.
We decided to just look for things ourselves, and maybe get another opinion on my pre-approval loan, cause we think the company the real-estate agency did it through low-balled me.
I just want a nice place. It doesn’t have to be huge or fancy. As long as I get what I pay for. If a place is $180k, I expect that the bedroom is NOT the size of a closet. That’s just an insult to my bank account. I might just go with a pre-construction buy, where I’ll most likely get a better deal, including having the closing cost paid for by the developers.
Yesterday on Starting 0ver (it’s like TV crack), a housemate was given the assignment to interview other people to find out the worst things they have ever done to someone.
I tried to think what the worst thing I’ve ever done was, but nothing popped into my head. But I knew there must be something. The only thing I could come up with was one time in high school, we were all signing up for some volunteer activity. Since my friend and I showed up a little late, there weren’t many time slots available. A girl named Jessica had signed up for one of the available slots that my friend thought that we should sign up for as well. I told my friend, “I don’t want to go in that time slot. I fucking hate Jessica [last name].” What I didn’t know was that Jessica was standing directly behind me. When my friend pointed out that she was there, I said, basically to Jessica’s face, “I don’t give a fuck. I don’t really like her anyway,” signed up for the other slot and walked away.
It was true; I didn’t like her. She was snooty and always tried to act like she was smarter than and better than everyone else. Plus, I never really made it a secret as to the people I didn’t like. I probably wouldn’t have said it as loud as I did if I knew she was there. But oh well. At least she knew from that point on how I felt.
Actually, a year or so later, we ended up becoming really good friends. And she told me that she remembered that day. I didn’t apologize to her, I just told her that was the way I honestly felt at the time and I didn’t feel like I should have changed my tune just cause she was standing there. She said she understood and wished more people would just be honest.
I don’t think that was really horrible, but that is honestly the worst thing I’ve ever done to someone.
So, I’ll throw the Starting 0ver question of the week out to some of you out there: What was the worst thing you have ever done to someone? It’ll probably be juicier than mine.
I had a really weird dream about Big Nimble last night. I dreamt that I was in the Bar. I don’t remember who I was there with, but I wasn’t alone. Big Nimble came in to work his shift, saw I was there, and made it his mission to kick me out. Not just verbally, but physically, like picking me up by the pants and hoisting me out of the door. I escaped before he could, though. I don’t know; it was weird.
Time for some Chinese food. Egg rolls….yum.
summerroll at 11:56 a.m.