Dream Silently

There’s nothing like the undertone of being threatened with a lawsuit. Now, he didn’t come out directly and say it, but he might as well have. It was so hard not to tell him to bring it on.

So, what happened exactly?

Never live in an HOA. The place I bought is actually a townhouse located in a Home Owner’s Association situation. When I bought the place, the HOA dues went up and an extra fee (misprinted to be $100 more than it was suppose to be) all happened in february.

At the close of my Escrow, they paid out of MY money my HOA dues for February. Learning that they had paid over the amount, I simply paid the difference this month to make things even.

Sounds good right?

I get a letter saying I still owed money. I’m thinking to myself, “Now how can that be?” I called the president, who apparently needs better book keeping skills, left him a message the Sunday I received the notice and told him he was wrong.

I get a call on Friday (now fancy this… it takes him nearly a week to get back to me) and he sits on the phone and argues with me. Supposedly there were late fees due on the property dating back to January. He assumed that the check Escrow had sent him was for my current dues plus the late fees.

Umm, hello?? I’m sure Escrow sent him a detailed letter or notification on what that check was for. Why would I be paying late fees for a month that I didn’t even own/live in the property? I told him repeatedly, “My closing receipts specifically states what I paid for and no where on it does it say I paid late fees out of my pocket. Any late fees would be on the seller.”

I might be a first time homeowner, but I’m no idiot. I did my research!

And clearly Escrow was unaware of any late fees because that would of been brought up at closing. JG hadn’t heard anything about it either (he’s the guy I bought the place from).

So, after arguing with the a-hole on the phone, I told him I’m going to give my realtor a call. He didn’t like that one bit.

Left a message because she was out to a meeting and then I went and got my closing receipt, just in case I was crazy in the head and sure enough, right in bold capitol letters, it says exactly what I paid.

When my house lady got back with me, she confirmed that I owed him no more money until April’s dues. And since she managed the property before I took over, she’d handle him.

From other conversations, it sounds like this isn’t the first time and she usually won.

What I’ve learned? KEEP RECEIPTS. Or in this case, checkbook registry copies. That’s what I’m going to start doing because clearly this guy has poor book keeping skills.

I am so…. GGRRRRR. Trying to get more money out of me!

I can’t even think clearly to type out an explanation.

I’ve been sleeping and only working about part time. Today will actually be my first full day, nearly full day. I have an eye appointment in the afternoon. With me sleeping so much, my days have been molding together with no apparent beginning or end.

Drug induced comas are fun.

Okay, not really, because most of everything that I’ve been experiencing I’m having a hard time distinguishing from reality and dream.

There’s really nothing to do at work today. We put together another proposal, which I actually feel good about, but we’ll see. And I’m the only one here at the office currently. It feels like its the weekend.

Mirages would have been fully opened today had I not killed and mutilated my database. Oops. This weekend, perhaps?

I haven’t heard from Joe since last week. I feel slightly concerned, but I’m trying not to think about it at the same time. I’m not even sure if he’s getting any of my mail. I haven’t gotten anything back, so I guess that’s a good thing.

In other news? I have 4 (small) cavities. I’ve never had a cavity before. Guess that’s what I get for not getting checked up in a few years. ::sigh::

So an 8 hour class was turned into a 2 hour class. If I failed the written, I want compensation. A lot of the others there that were getting certified felt the same way. RS and I had to even show how to do a rolometer test and correct them on several more of the tests because the demonstrator didn’t follow the newly formatted ASTMs (American Standards of Tests and Materials). To top things off, I don’t like how engineers got hit so badly. Clearly, some of these guys that did talking (2 out of the 3) failed to realize that there WERE engineers making an effort and taking the class. Granted, it was just a handful of us, but it’s enough to make a difference.

I suppose I still have alot to learn and understand about the world of my chosen career. I know its motivated me more to prove to hard headed techs that not all engineers are idiots in disguise.

All in all, this certification was a waste of time. I learned more from being trained with my company than I did by going to Salt Lake. And what did I get out of all this anyways? A head cold. Yeah, that’s right. I’m sick… again. I can’t breath out of my freaking nose and last night I was trying to hack up a lung.

Life is just great sometimes.

I’m in salt lake right now and only have a few minutes, but I just got to jot a few quick notes down so I don’t forget.

This class I’m taking is such a joke. And all I keep thinking is that my company PAID for it.

What the frack?

I’ll fill in the blanks when I’m back in Elko this weekend.