Woes Continued

Gawd. Just got off the phone with an agent who couldn't speak proper English. It was horrible. Half the time I couldn't understand what he was babbling about. And he kept insisting on having my number. I offered my email, but he said he doesn't do emails. What sane people on earth don't do emails, you tell me!

If I were to pay a thousand bugs to get an agent to do paperwork for me, I would at least pick one who can actually form a proper sentence in English -__-" You know damn well you are an agent a.k.a. bloodsucker and so not welcomed with open arms by tenants. The very least you could do is to try to sound professional. Puh-leese!

Sheesh!

House hunting is getting on my nerves. New strategy of the day: call an agent, ask about a particular house, then ask about other houses he/she has on hand too. Like what I did with Ginni. Unlike agent 2910. Go get a life. Take English lessons. Learn some manners. Look into the mirror. Whatever. You are blacklisted.

I am mean, so what? I am a f*cking paying customer. Go fly kite.

Kiez. Definitely so not my docile self. It's been a rather nice day. Client finally picked up my call and I got things done. Not my fault that she couldn't finish the rest and that is how I am going to feedback to my manager at the end of this week. Got drenched in an afternoon shower. Didn't bother to even sprint for cover. Know why?

Number one: I have short legs and can't run fast enough. Number two: no matter how fast I run, I will still get wet. Number three: Even if I get wet, I won't get myself ill over a few miserable drops of rain. Number four: I just had lunch and since reasons one to three are solid enough, no point me risking an appendicitis.

Yeah. I make no sense. Back to house hunting. Wish me luck!

Open the window and smile upward towards heaven; it is highly likely that God is tempted to grin back at you and make it just your lucky day :)