I kind of feel like a broken record. Like with each negative post, more and more of you are un-following, hoping I don’t drag you down with me. I swear I didn’t used to be this way. No really, I didn’t.
I just had a bad day, tomorrow will be better, right?
I had two rental showings scheduled for tonight. One at 5:30pm, a Realtor who called yesterday and asked if clients of his could set up a showing. They were undecided if they wanted to buy now or just rent for another year, but either way they wanted to see my place. And then I’d scheduled another showing at 6pm, a woman looking for a three bedroom but would settle on my two bedroom and use the lower level as a third bedroom. Both sounded somewhat promising.
So I rushed out of work as I had to pick up Kona from playcare (no judging), dropped her at home, stopped to pick up Eric’s dry cleaning, two suits and ten shirts, and then drove the 20ish minutes straight north. I arrived with a few minutes to spare as I ran around the house, turning on all the lights, closing closet doors, well, you get the idea.
At 5:45pm I left a nasty message for the Realtor, asking if he was still planning on stopping over with his clients, as I’d thought we’d agreed on 5:30pm… He ended up returning my call on my drive home later, apologizing for forgetting about our appointment. Nice, very classy.
My 6pm showing called at 5:59pm with a story about her sister being admitted to the hospital and needing to pick up her kids. Okay, maybe this was true, although I’ve heard every excuse in the book over the years, and it surely sounded like an excuse to me. We rescheduled for tomorrow at 5:30pm.
So essentially I drove there for nothing today, and now have to drive there again tomorrow evening. I’d actually had a showing scheduled last night as well, but told him to text me 30 minutes prior to our agreed upon meeting time to confirm. He didn’t text therefore I didn’t waste my time driving there last night. I did just receive an email from him though that he’d like to meet tomorrow night. I told him 5:30pm tomorrow as well. I mean really, what are the chances two outta two will show?
So yeah, it’s 7:20pm now, no sign of Eric, and of course can’t get a hold of him, I assume he’s in surgery. I’m starving and tired and cranky. Do I find my own dinner or wait for him? Or just go to bed? Did I mention I’m cranky?