Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Monday, Aug. 21, 2006 - 12:35 p.m.
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I wanna Work for a Bank
Bad news... the contractor who did the “guaranteed work” in my basement in Feb 2002 (5 yrs guarantee sur main d’oeuvre) has vanished... both his phone #s have been taken over by individuals for the past 2-3 yrs, and longeuil 411 doesn’t have a listing for his name or his business.
Good news... the bank says I can add onto my mortgage up to the price of the original mortgage the amount of the work to be done... I just need to get written submissions to do the work and they will approve it same day. Maybe I can get my roof, back balcony and basement all done. It means I’ll again be paying almost all interest and no capital, and going back to 5 yrs ago in my finances but at least the building won’t fall down. Anyways, very cool... the bank makes $40,000 interest off me in 4 yrs, and I paid back $10,000 and now I’ll take it out again.. hahaha.
Now I have to start the fun process of finding contractors who are worth shit.
yay!!
(I have to remember this time to find out whether they are going through a relationship breakup, depressed, tend to break the client’s personal shit, have four other jobs.....)
Ahhh, I just LOVE contractors. And their dust, mud, messes, their disregard for my house, lawn, things, their never showing up when they say, their hours (starting at 6:30 am... WHY???), the wonderful surprises of hidden owies that have to be fixed by another expert immediately on the spot for $100 per hour, plus $25 for "call fee" and half hour pay for "displacement fee". yay.
OK, haha, bet you thought I was an ILLUSTRATOR!! That I sat at a DRAWING TABLE and DREW and then could bill people! hahahah!! Funnily enough, my clients and I were under the same insane delusion. haha.
yes, I have gone stark raving mad.
It's ok. The bank will FINANCE me.
nice clean money, just multiplying figures "interest rate of 8%, fees of 1.5% please sign on the dotted line, thankyou... we'll remove it automatically from your account".
No corrections, no drawing, no materials, no dust, no filthy water or rusty tools.
I want to work for a bank.
me
wenchie
ps, please read back previous two entries... this is the third on in twelve hours. I am back with a vengeance.
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