The waiting game…

We got all of our paperwork sent out, and surprisingly it showed up on their desks much earlier than we thought it would. The package was two day shipping, it made it there in less than 24 hours. Normally, I wouldn’t care too much but when you’re dealing with a company that doesn’t seem to know how to make a phone call… things tend to get lost.

What happens when you receive an email from someone for the first time and Google just doesn’t feel like cooperating? It goes to spam. So of course tonight I get a frantic phone call from my father (who’s co-signing the loan) wanting to know who this chick is and why does she need information (yada yada).  So while I was attempting to teach my 65-year old father how to forward an email (he works with his hands, old school – computers are a nuisance… I get it)…. Sean was able to find the email in his spam box and now we get to play the game of “UGHHHHHH Where the hell is this shit now” while locating the paperwork that was missing from the file. I still don’t quite understand how anything was ‘missing’ when none of these items were requested, but either way we’ll get it done. We need to pull w2’s out of our asses, we also need to have hand-written letters authorizing all kinds of crap. I already have a letter from my father given me the “OK” to sign his name on the paperwork, but now we need another letter so they can confirm deposits to his bank account. Since when is a paycheck a “questionable” transaction? I don’t understand these freaking people, and I’m getting so sick of jumping through hoops and repeating ourselves… I just want this freaking house already!

In the end, the efforts should be worth the reward. I just want this process to be over with. I can understand why more and more people are looking for apartments these days… not only can they be cheaper (depending on where you live), but with houses…. the paperwork alone will kill you.

On the work front, as usual things are picking up and I’m to a point in my ‘skillset’ where I’m burnt the fuck out and pissed off all at the same time. 80% of my work is done through a primary contract. With this contract I have a Non Disclosure Agreement (NDA), this means that all of the shit that I spend my time working on can’t even be made public to help my own portfolio. Sure, the contract can take all of the credit for the 200+ hours put in on a site, but I get no recognition.. half the time not even a thank you. I spend my days with correction emails because something is off by two pixels in a browser no one even fucking uses. Then… I get five minutes to myself to update my own portfolio and realize that I don’t HAVE a portfolio since everything I work on is something I’m not even allowed to talk about.  The client list could fucking WOW potential clients, but I’m stuck as a mute.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut about things? I’m a New York Italian for crying out loud!

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February 09, 2014

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