Damn Vibes

My realtor irks the shit outta me and I cannot wait until all of this is over so the only interaction I have with him is a Christmas card every year.

I’m supposed to be moving “on or around March 5th.”

We’re basically all packed up and ready to go, except for the last minute stuff. I emailed him on Saturday and he said that he’d be reaching out to everyone on Monday. Here’s a snippet from the actual email:

Everyone’s contract says “on or about March 5th.” 

I will not know for sure until we are closer. I will reach out to all Monday and see where we are with schedules.

I replied and said, okie dokie.

Well, it’s fucking Tuesday.

He gets all irritated, huffy and puffy with me and I swear that it’s not paranoia creeping into my cranium.

The guy just doesn’t like me. I can tell, I have special powers that are able to read the vibes that radiate from people.


Mutha fucka, I need a Xanax!

I have awful anxiety issues, as you guys are quite aware of. I think this makes him uncomfortable or something, like, oh shit, why did I take this in need of a major rehab, small commission, condo job? The owner is a certified nutcase.

I have papers to prove it.

Also, it’s because I’m a divorced woman. If I had a husband, things would be different. When he met with my brother, they shook hands and spoke man-talk. Look at how nice this hot water tank is!

And I’m all excited about the backsplash in the kitchen.

He also doesn’t care much for my daughter, she also has that special vibe catching power.

She knows it, I know it and he knows that we know it.

All we’re waiting for is for the buyer to pay up for my condo, so I can pay for the house. (I honestly have no clue how any of this works.)

What if the deal falls through?

I still can’t get myself to feel more excited because (insert anxiety here.)

We were told to be ready to vacate the condo by March 5th. We’ve done what we were told and now I wait, extremely impatiently, for him to fucking call me.

So I can call utility companies, hire the movers and start to count down the days.

I should probably call him and be like, what the fuck, man? What’s your major malfunction not communicating with me?

I mean, geez ass.

But my anxiety keeps me from picking up my phone. Honestly, you guys, I really miss my mom so damn bad. This Friday would’ve been her 75th birthday and I feel this heavy cloak of sadness draped across my shoulders.

I want to call her. I want her to tell me to just be patient and that it’ll all work out just fine.

My boyfriend took me to the cemetery this past Saturday. We go about once a month. I buy dollar store flowers because I hate to visit empty-handed. I talk to both of my parents, not just my mother. Steven also talks to them. Then we’re silent for a few minutes while we pray.

I’ll tell you, asshat would’ve never done that shit with me. He probably would’ve stayed in the car.

I absolutely hate having anxiety and the entire “vibe” thing. I’m getting better slowly when it comes to uncomfortable situations like this but damn it anyway.


There are four transactions for the deal to be done, waiting on a loan officer to get back into town tomorrow, he’s waiting on that, so we just need to be patient and shit. But he said that he’s working on it and once the final piece of the puzzle is in place, we are good to go.

9 thoughts on “Damn Vibes

  1. If he stated he would contact you Monday and didn’t, you need to call him. It’s his job to keep you updated on what’s happening. It’s YOUR place. Not his. He wants to make money, he’ll behave. Word of mouth can break a business. If he doesn’t contact you by the end of the day, you email him or whatever you need to do. If he doesn’t like you and your daughter, that’s his problem. You are the client. He took the job, now let him DO the job.

    As for vibes, yeah I get that too. I know right away if someone likes me. I just don’t give a fuck. Then I’m a lot older than you. Wait. Your give a fuck will be gone too in a few more years. LOL
    Good luck! ❤


    • I called, then freaked on the 2nd ring. He called back. Oops, I tried.
      There are four transactions for the deal to be done, waiting on a loan officer to get back into town tomorrow, he’s waiting on that, so we just need to be patient and shit. But he said that he’s working on it and once the final piece of the puzzle is in place, we are good to go. ❤
      I hope that my give a fuck gets less as I age. LOL


  2. Maybe It’s just me, but I seem to have noticed a steady decline in people’s ability to communicate. My daughter and I deal with this on almost a daily basis in our jobs. Your realtor is very unprofessional, I think. Yes, I’m a judgmental old lady lol. When I was in the process of selling my house, I was still running a child care in it, so I had 8 children to care for. The realtor wanted to have an open house and we picked the date. I forked out a TON of money I didn’t really have to spend to take the kids to a local indoor park and take them out to eat, so we would be gone all day. My realtor FORGOT about my open house. I was so mad and scolded him and told him I was billing him for the money I had just wasted. He just told me to calm down. He said he was busy and just forgot. So, I get where you are coming from when you say you can tell he doesn’t like you. He doesn’t have to like you, but he does have to treat you the same as he would anyone else and be professional!


    • OMG, I would’ve wanted to kick his ass! What a fucking asshole! I’m emailing the company that employ his unprofessional ass as soon as he hands over my keys to the new house tomorrow afternoon. I’m so tired of being treated like crap, especially by men!!!

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  3. Mine went a bit funny near the end too. In fact my estate agent (=”realtor”) was better at communication than my solicitor. when it’s actually the solicitor’s job to keep everything together.
    Hmm, the solicitor gets paid whether it goes through or not, while the estate agent needs the sale. Hmm…
    It was very stressful.

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    • Sounds like it, I’ve heard many horror stories from people about how unprofessional their realtor ect people act. The woman who bought my condo knew the move date before I did!! Just not cool. Not cool at all.


  4. “On or about?” Well, I hope you decide to pay him for his services “on or about” the day he acts like a responsible agent. Oh, and don’t wish for a Christmas card–it’s been 15 years and we STILL get a calendar from the terrible agent who sold our house. It’s a constant reminder of how crappy she was:-)

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    • He’s getting his damn money, we weren’t a big moneymaker for him which is probably one of the reasons why he treated me like an afterthought, we weren’t a priority to him like his more expensive properties.
      I’m emailing his boss about his treatment towards me, a disabled woman with an anxiety disorder. At least he’ll hopefully get reprimanded and the next time he’ll be nicer. (Maybe.)

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