Tia sold the house............er, maybe

I had to include this in my blog because it went down in a way that my mother would be proud of. Without getting into the entirety of numbers, it came down to me, according to Tia, "bitching out the Realtor." The situation revolves around a bit of unpleasantness which, in the most base terms, involved the Realtor in question lying to Tia about cutting her commission in order to make a deal happen so that Tia wouldn't bear the entire brunt of any lost monies on the sale. It was agreed upon prior to a contract being signed. A potential buyer came, numbers were exchanged, and the deal was dying on the vine over less than a grand. When Tia spoke with the Realtor to make the deal happen by cutting her commission, the response was, "That's not how I do business." Interesting considering that: A. She technically works for us and B. She stood to make $0 if the house didn't sell at all. Tia was upset, but didn't want to confront her about it, preferring instead to just wait until Monday (today) to fire her and talk to her manager. I was more concerned that she would lose the potential buyer unless the Realtor was pushed immediately.......so, I called.

I admit, I was pretty excited about it. With school being an utter, for lack of a better term, shitfest, I was ready to vent and cut loose on someone. I told her calmly, and then emphatically, that if she insisted on maintaining her full commission and letting the deal fall through because of it, she would shit canned and her boss would be notified of her duplicitous dealings (of which we had email record). She wasn't happy to speak to me, maybe because I kept calling her a liar, though I did refrain from peppering my diatribe with profanity as tempting as it was, and insisted she speak with Tia who reiterated my tirade in a more subdued fashion. The result, she caved and the deal is moving forward pending the inspection. It sucks that you have to be a complete tool to get your way anymore, but evidently that is the nature of business anymore. Evidently the Realtor is now being an aloof bitch to Tia, which is infuriating, but hopefully we won't be dealing with her much longer. In the end, the Realtor is getting far less than she hoped, though I wish she would get nothing at all. Now, hopefully the inspection comes out clean.

I got to speak with some of my fellow students and generally bitch about the state of affairs in the school at present and, with utter unanimity, the feeling is that things pretty much suck. I am very disappointed and am clinging to the residual effects of my psych rotation like 'stars' on the surreal life are clinging to the last vestiges of fame. The classes are uninteresting and poorly taught, the simulation is in its infancy and clearly we are operating as the guinea pigs, the home health portion is ludicrous if only because its as fleshed out as Kate Moss after a purging episode, and the clinical rotation is frustrating and is crammed with more bullshit than your average Republican primary debate. Meanwhile, I am often left feeling like the guy who just put a new transmission in his 15 year old car only to have the engine take a dump: too much money in the hole to not keep going.

Off to cobble together enough hours to call it sleep instead of a nap (which is what I am acclimating to on my clinical days). On the upside, at least the Atenolol seems to be working its mojo and the headaches, as well as the nasty initial side effects, are dissipating.