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Which Alex was kind enough to fix for me during my latest trip to KS.
I spent $120 to have every carpet in the house steam cleaned today. Just because I could. No more tinkle smell. Of course, CB immediately had to christen the clean carpet. And that's why the puppy is currently baby-gated into the bathroom.
Speaking of the house, had a note stuck in my door when I got home yesterday. From a loan company. The only loans I have are DH's student loans and this wasn't one of those companies. So I called the number and gave them the account number listed on the note and asked what they wanted. It seems that the owner of my house (the same guy who owns the realtor that I rent from, coincidentally enough) has defaulted, not that they would tell me that but when one answers the phone "Defaults and Collections" it's not hard to infer. They told me that they were unable to discuss the problem with me but that I should talk to my realtor.
Today.
Insert disbelieving pause.
"Are you telling me that you're going to repossess the house I'm renting?"
"I can't discuss the details of the loan, but as I said, you need to talk to the realtor." *headdesk*
So I called the Realtor (not the owner, just the lady at the desk), who called the loan people and then called me back claiming that I shouldn't worry, but they couldn't get that much more info from the loan people then I did because they aren't the one on the paperwork. They claim that since I was gone over the weekend the loan company thought the house was vacant and therefore defaulting on some point of the loan.
Whatever. I pointed out that I pay rent on time and if I want to disappear for a bloody year that was my prerogative, thank you very much.
I did ask what rights do I have if Mr. So-and-so does default and I'm asked to move. You'll be glad to know that I'll get my deposit back.
They so don't know me very well.
And then... I got my bank statement from the new bank. Had to drive to base and have a "discussion" with them. As I was leaving I paused to inquire as to the progress of our check cards. The ones I've been waiting on since the end of January. The ones that couldn't be processed until the first direct deposit went through in mid-February. The ones that the applications had never been turned in for! So I filled out the paperwork for the third time, only to be told that DH wouldn't be receiving one because he has to sign the paperwork.
Oh, no. That didn't fly at all.
Thirty minutes, two managers at two separate banking locations, and one slightly less than polite Miah later and my cards - both of them - will be in my mail box within a week.
Bitches were lucky that I had freshly cleaned carpet waiting for me back home or I would have snapped much sooner. And don't think I didn't notice the looks I was getting for my K-State football jersey (It was laundry day and it was the first thing I pulled out of the "to wear while cleaning" drawer). I hate football but the minute I noticed the look on Blondie's face my jacket came off and the purple and white was proudly displayed across my more than ample bosom.
And now, I'm going to order a pizza with beef, pepperoni, extra cheese and extra beef. Because I can.
I spent $120 to have every carpet in the house steam cleaned today. Just because I could. No more tinkle smell. Of course, CB immediately had to christen the clean carpet. And that's why the puppy is currently baby-gated into the bathroom.
Speaking of the house, had a note stuck in my door when I got home yesterday. From a loan company. The only loans I have are DH's student loans and this wasn't one of those companies. So I called the number and gave them the account number listed on the note and asked what they wanted. It seems that the owner of my house (the same guy who owns the realtor that I rent from, coincidentally enough) has defaulted, not that they would tell me that but when one answers the phone "Defaults and Collections" it's not hard to infer. They told me that they were unable to discuss the problem with me but that I should talk to my realtor.
Today.
Insert disbelieving pause.
"Are you telling me that you're going to repossess the house I'm renting?"
"I can't discuss the details of the loan, but as I said, you need to talk to the realtor." *headdesk*
So I called the Realtor (not the owner, just the lady at the desk), who called the loan people and then called me back claiming that I shouldn't worry, but they couldn't get that much more info from the loan people then I did because they aren't the one on the paperwork. They claim that since I was gone over the weekend the loan company thought the house was vacant and therefore defaulting on some point of the loan.
Whatever. I pointed out that I pay rent on time and if I want to disappear for a bloody year that was my prerogative, thank you very much.
I did ask what rights do I have if Mr. So-and-so does default and I'm asked to move. You'll be glad to know that I'll get my deposit back.
They so don't know me very well.
And then... I got my bank statement from the new bank. Had to drive to base and have a "discussion" with them. As I was leaving I paused to inquire as to the progress of our check cards. The ones I've been waiting on since the end of January. The ones that couldn't be processed until the first direct deposit went through in mid-February. The ones that the applications had never been turned in for! So I filled out the paperwork for the third time, only to be told that DH wouldn't be receiving one because he has to sign the paperwork.
Oh, no. That didn't fly at all.
Thirty minutes, two managers at two separate banking locations, and one slightly less than polite Miah later and my cards - both of them - will be in my mail box within a week.
Bitches were lucky that I had freshly cleaned carpet waiting for me back home or I would have snapped much sooner. And don't think I didn't notice the looks I was getting for my K-State football jersey (It was laundry day and it was the first thing I pulled out of the "to wear while cleaning" drawer). I hate football but the minute I noticed the look on Blondie's face my jacket came off and the purple and white was proudly displayed across my more than ample bosom.
And now, I'm going to order a pizza with beef, pepperoni, extra cheese and extra beef. Because I can.
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