My Surreality Check Bounced

"Why settle for a twig when you can climb the whole tree?"

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Name: Journey
Location: Binghamton, NY, United States

Journey is a rogue English major gone guerilla tech. She is currently owned by two cats, several creditors, and a coyote that doesn't exist. See "web page" link for more details about the coyote.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Quick update

Things not usually heard in the workplace (names changed to protect the guilty):

"You know Jesus? Go to Jesus. Turn around. His left hand is pointing at it."
--Niner (paraphrased)

"There's something bigger than me out here and it wants to eat me"
--Bravo


House summary:
We finally bowed to the karmic whirlpool around the housebuying and gave up on the house we'd been working toward since September. We've found another house we're now in process on. The area is not as good and the external paint job is dreadful, but it's in much better shape and it's much larger. We figure, we're in love with the inside; the outside, we can change.

We're really hoping to be out of the apartment before the roof starts to leak again for the spring. (Not the landlord's fault--flat roofs are a no-no in this part of the country. He had no idea, before he bought the building, and nothing he does will fix the problem--every spring is full of patching between snowstorms and melt-offs, and there's a fresh coat of tar in the summer, and it starts all over again the follwoing spring).

Monday, December 21, 2009

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Pete and I can vouch for this, living in upstate New York as we presently do.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Caught in Somebody Else's Karma

The house-buying is on hold, indefinitely. We expected to sign the papers yesterday or today. Instead, we discovered that the seller lied in a signed statement where she said she was in good standing on her mortgage and wasn't in bankruptcy. Turns out, she went bankrupt ten months ago and hasn't made a house payment since then. For some reason I'm not clear on but our lawyer is, this makes the house a short sale. Which means a) the bank that's foreclosing on her has to approve of the purchase, and b) we don't know if the small amount of profit from the sale that she said she'd turn over to us will be turn over-able. We kind of need(ed) that for repairs.

A friend of mine pointed out that this is starting to feel like karma, and he's right. But it doesn't feel like our karma. Our karma's been consistently sweeping us toward this house. No, this feels more like we've been caught up in her karma, somehow. I suspect you don't develop the kind of drug problem that causes you to lose your home of seventeen years without acquiring some bad karma along the way.

All the same, we've now up to no christmas tree, no house, up to our ears in already-packed boxes, and canceling changes of address and utilities with nothing to show for it. Not a way to get into the spirit of the holiday season. And oh yeah: If we find someplace else we'd rather buy (unlikely, but we're searching again, hedging our bets against that karma thing), we'll be out between $1000 and $2000 we've already put into this process (I'm not sure if we'd lose our earnest money or not since the offer we signed was with the seller, and she apparently doesn't have the authority to sell the house).

I so badly need a mental health day, and my freakin' status as a subcontractor (which is also indefinite, since the entire IT for the site I work at is up in the air) means I don't even get paid holidays, let alone PTO I could use for a mental health day. With three days without pay next week during which we're going to RH's folks' house for the holidays, I really can't afford to take one more day off this pay period. That I'm thinking about it anyway is indicative.

Friday, December 11, 2009

A few thoughts on Christmas

Funny and a little sweet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0s68-GLGWY

In other news, like I haven't already fallen off the face of the earth--we hope to be moving into a new house next week or next weekend. I may not even be replying to e-mails and I don't know how the move if the internet service will go re: possible downtime. I apologize in advance.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

On Houses

I'm home with a sinus infection today--already got the antibiotics, but the fatigue's just wiping me out and the sinus pressure's threatening to trigger a migraine . . . but I can type with my eyes closed, so you're getting updates. Woohoo! On the plus side, it's the first sinus infection in five months, and only my third of the year, both of which are near-records for me (at the very least, it's the first time I've been in this situation in some years)--so all the word medical professionals have been doing with me to get to the root of the problem seems to be helping.

So . . . there is a house. RH saw it driving by a historic B&B for work and noticed the For Sale sign months ago. But we've been having financing problems (the "temporary" status of my contract job and a couple places he's never owed money to deciding to send him to collections and then failing to clear it up properly), so we've been moping. Without pre-approval, we didn't have any good way of getting a recommendation for a realtor, and without a realtor, we didn't have any way of seeing the inside of the house.

One day, maybe 3.5 weeks ago, we were having brunch in a diner around the corner from it and I was moping and asked if we could drive by the pretty house. And we did, and saw there was an open house scheduled for the following day. We went and instantly knew we were in trouble (we were standing in the basement while the seller's realtor was upstairs with another couple, and I confessed to RH that I was already in love with the inside as much as the outside and we hadn't even seen the upstairs, yet). But we also came away with a recommendation for a mortgage broker (you wouldn't think that would have been so hard, but we'd been having a devil of a time finding one who'd return our calls).

The mortgage broker took our information over the phone, and three days later had us pre-approved for an FHA loan. We had one recommendation for a realtor from her and a couple others from RH's and my co-workers. A week from sitting in that diner, we'd picked a realtor. The following day, we went to a couple of open houses for similarly-priced homes in the area to make sure we weren't getting fleeced on the one we were interested in and that we really were in love with it (as opposed to just finding it in our price range and livable). The day after that, we put in a bid, and at diner+10 days, we'd accepted the seller's counter-offer.

We've now been through the horror of the inspection (which wasn't really that awful, but sure scared the heck out of us at the time) and we're embroiled in the back-and-forth where the seller agrees to do the couple of repairs we can't get an FHA loan without (safety issues) and decides what other things she wants to repair, and we see what kind of a credit against the price we can agree on for the issues she's not going to/doesn't have the funds to address. There are definitely issues with the place (if there weren't, we couldn't afford it), but it's structurally sound, and most of them, we can address on a piecemeal, ongoing basis.

In the wonderful world of serendipity and/or the gods looking out for us, in early September, I was offered the opportunity to cash out stock I had an an ESOP for a place I used to work. On the one hand, the stock was worth a good 25% less than it had been the previous year (when I wasn't yet eligible for a disbursement). On the other, I know enough about how that ESOP works and what their market share is like to predict that a) stock prices will continue to drop for another year or 18 months after the economy really starts to upswing again, and b) they will freeze the share price for those of us no longer employed there at the low point. So I took the cash-out, and even after a chunk was held out for taxes, we probably have enough to handle most of the unanticipated repairs the house inspection turned up that we think the seller will credit for, rather than repairing herself.

The big question mark right now is the loan. My status is still as a contract employee, and as far as the client company is concerned, I'm hired indefinitely and they're trying to convert me to a permanent, direct employee. But the company I sub-contract through is a mickey-mouse operation that may just have randomly picked an end date six months out or something--I have no way of knowing. I'm just trying to remind myself that one can generally obtain a loan up to 2.5 times one's annual income, and RH and I are only trying for once our annual income. And my mother was officially on contract with IBM for 17 years, with her contract sent to end or be renewed every December, and they never ran into trouble with houses or car loans. I choose to hope for the best, and see how I might deal with anything else if and when the issue arises.

We love the house. And we really want to move out of what passes for a ghetto in this area. (I came home to a very low-key stand-off between six cop cars and the house next door to ours last Friday). I'm bringing home boxes like a prayer, spell, or simple good luck charm. Positive thoughts are appreciated. :)

Okay, who's going to go test a Nook?

It may be me, actually--RH has complained before that he likes the idea of a Kindle, but would really want to try one before shelling out that kind of money. So I found out today that B&N is releasing a competing product, with a couple of features whose absence I've found to be a real deal-breaker in the Kindle. Wired.com's got a good general write-up and a blow-by-blow comparison posted. The release date is purported to be the end of November, and it looks like one can look at it in stores as opposed to having to guess from the online information and/or hope you have a friend who'll let you look at theirs.

It's not that I don't love my books, and gods know there are hardcopies I wouldn't ever let go. I own a few books worth well over $150--rare editions, limited released, signed by the author, etc. But every time I have to move, I move boxes and boxes and boxes of books. Not having to shift that much sheer mass around has begun to be a really appealing prospect. It's the readability/availability/persistence equation that's keeping me in hardcopy.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Is it still geeky when the US government does it?

Pop culture meets PSA

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Things Not Usually Heard in the Office

Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Foxtrot, paraphrased: "So there's really no problem with our wireless?"
Delta: "Can we replace the staff?"

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Bravo, paraphrased: "How does it look up on the nursing units?"
Echo: "[Our cabling guy] is gonna be busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest."

Geek Heaven

When we met RH's folks in Washington, D.C. a month or so ago, we went to a couple of the Smithsonian facilities. And look! Look, look!



This is C-3PO from Episode 6. The real C-3PO actually used. (Yes, I made my husband take a picture of me). We went on to see all kinds of other cool stuff, but this was pretty much the first thing I ran across that day, and right away, I knew I was in geek heaven.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

For geeks everywhere.

A little visual humor.

Friday, August 07, 2009

thought for the day

Red Shoe's Law of Fan Jackassery

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

economics and science writers

I find this concerning.