I knew I’d fuck something up by writing my last post.
We are SIX DAYS away from closing.
So why, pray tell, are we still dealing with the fucking electrician?
The main feed of electricity into the house is not up to code with current standards. It’s not even up to code with standards changed over 20 years ago. It was a deal breaker on the Fix It List. We TOLD them that. They agreed. They SIGNED the Fix It List contract.
So the sellers brought in an electrician (on FRIDAY, more than a week after they received the Fix It List) who looked at it and said the current set up was grandfathered in.
Um. We didn’t ask you to tell us whether it was grandfathered in or not. We know it’s grandfathered in. We also know that you’ve got a gazillion volt source of electricity running under the floor boards of the house that was built in 1964. Basically, the fuse box isn’t supposed to be more than three feet away from the meter and it’s like practically in another state, it’s so far away.
We asked them to bring it up to code – that is was a deal breaker. And now they’re balking.
Actually, my money says it’s actually the realtor of the sellers being a total tool. I heard that she’s lost two other sales in the last week and if the bitch keeps playing stinky realty, she’s going to lose a third.
And we’re STILL arguing over granite.
And it shouldn’t even be an effing discussion.
In a nutshell, we’re losing our minds, me and The Candyman. And we’re waiting by the phone for updates.
I’m trying to numb my mind by watching Saturday afternoon reruns of Million Dollar Listing on BRAVO. I’m about to open a bottle of wine.
Buying a house shouldn’t be this annoying.