Bracing for BC in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

So I’m in that phase of “big change” where I’m getting a little excited about it. I haven’t gotten past the stressed out phase yet, because frankly, I don’t have a game plan in place. But I’m finally resolved to make the BIG CHANGE!

I called my mortgage guy and told him of my situation and the fact that I can’t buy the loft. He said he’d write a letter to the realtors telling him that he can’t finance me because my job situation was about to change. He told me that I should get my earnest money back and that if they gave me any shit about it, to let him know and he’ll write another letter…worded slightly differently. I have YET to hear from the realtors/building owner. In fact, though I signed the first contract over a month ago and had to sign yet another one due to their fuck-up, I never got a signed copy of the contract. What does that mean?

Something else that I found very mysterious. When I had to go back and re-sign the contract, there was all kinds of concern from the realtor. She’d heard that I was going to have to back out of the deal because my job was going to transfer me to another state! Mind you, this is before I’d made up my mind to make the “BC” and I was still all-systems-go about buying the place. I asked her where she’d heard this rumor, and she told me that the building representative told her. I asked her where he’d heard the rumor and she said she didn’t know. Could it be possible that they knew something before I did?? HOW?? I’m baffled.

Regardless, I now have to get a move-on. Literally. I have to find a new place to live (temporarily) until I either (a) find a new job, or (b) get laid off. Ugh…how I HATE to move. I think this weekend will be spent throwing stuff out and Goodwilling a bunch of stuff. I would Red-Cross the clothes, but I just read that they don’t take those kinds of donations.

The vibe at work is the suckiest—ever. A guy in our office had a heart attack this week. He survived and should be coming back to work next week, but still. Damn. Everyone else is frantically trying to patch up holes in what feels like a sinking ship. I don’t understand how things could get so bad so quickly. Even my boss, who is the coolest guy in the world, seems like he can hardly function. I went to talk to him about some things this week to see if I could get a read on him, and he was so freaking down about everything that I didn’t have the heart to ask him about my own security. The whole office is bracing for BIG CHANGE, and the big kahuna from our giant corporate office is coming out sometime in the next two to three weeks. He will be pointing fingers and taking names, and I wish that I could be out of there before then, but I don’t think I will.

Okay. I’ve called about some places to stay month-to-month, and I’m having some trouble. Guess I just need to get my ass up and out and pound the pavement.

Later…