Sorry about not updating last night. I'm sure there were at least a few disappointed people out there. Heh. Right.

Anyway, I've been so tied up with things lately that it's hard to remember what direction I'm going in. What with the house going into foreclosure, trying to find an apartment, working to get things packed for the ineveitable move, trying to get all my flight time out of the way, studying for my written exam AND worrying about my checkride, not to mention all the stuff I still have to get done before the middle of next month for the company's annual trip the Oshkosh airshow, I'm a bit confuzzled. I'll work it out though. Believe it or not, and in the past I wouldn't really admit this to myself, but I thrive on this kind of pressure. I think it's when my real leadership skills come to the fore. Not by choice, but by force. I'm a born leader...when I don't want to be.

Well, I knew the good things wouldn't last and I was right. The wife informed me yesterday that the apartment we had looked at and fell in love with was taken by someone else. We didn't have enough money to have them hold it for us so we took our chances and lost. But, the lady told her that she'd know if she had anything else available after July 4. So, this actually might be a good thing. We'll have a bit more time to save up our money and get things organized for the move and stuff. It might actually work out better than planned. Here's hoping.

I fucking HATE mortgage companies. The guy I spoke with a week ago told us that our only options were a "short sell" or foreclosure. Well, I spoke with a woman yesterday to see what kind of time frame we have before we have to be out and she said that the house had to be up for sale for at least 90 days for the short sell option. Well, the guy didn't tell me that. She also said that the house is going into foreclosure next week, but she couldn't give us a time frame. We'd have to wait for the foreclosure attorneys to contact us. When I tell her that we just received a work up package for the short sell, she tells me to go ahead and fill it out and fax it in. Maybe they had a plan that would help us. I tried to tell her that, no, we tried all the plans and were denied, but she wouldn't hear of it. Bitch. Do these people even work in the same building? They're supposed to have all this information on record in their computers, but they all seem clueless as to what the other's doing. One person tells us one thing, and then another tells us something totally different, and usually opposite of the first. Talk about fucked up. Guess that's what you can expect from Bank of America. The McDonald's of american banking. Fuckers.

Well, I'd best finish up and get to work. Got a few things to get done before the end of the day and it's probably going to take me all day to get them done. Just wanted to come in and update and get my "fix". D-land has become like a drug to me. I'm addicted. But...it's a good thing.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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