Housebuying Update

I spent the entire weekend freaking out over my mortgage broker, Steve. I sent him my application for pre-approval on Monday, and by Friday I'd heard nothing. So I called him Friday morning and left a message for him to call me back. Four hours later he hadn't called me, so I called the office again, only to find out that he'd left for the day. So I left him one of the most panicky voice mail messages I have ever left anyone, ending with the words, “I really need to hear from you.”

He didn’t call me back on Friday. I spent Friday night in a fitful sleep, worried about why he didn’t call me back. I worried about my application – what was wrong with it? Why hadn’t he called me back?”

He didn’t call me on Saturday either. I kept myself busy on Saturday, but at least once every hour I was plagued by the tug of fear and doubt. This guy was going to ignore me, screw me over, deny my right to a pre-approval!

I talked to my friends about it, I spoke to my grandmother about it, I spoke to my sister about it. Nobody seemed to be as anxious about it as I.

Relief came this evening while I was watching a particularly good Simpsons. Steve called! Boy was I happy to hear from him. I greeted him like a long lost lover. “How are you!?” I asked him. Steve was kind of pissed – I could tell by his tone. He explained that he hadn’t actually gotten the application until Friday, and that he hadn’t even opened it yet. He promised to check it out on Monday and give me a call at work.

I was so friendly and happy, and Steve was just pissed. I thanked him and praised him for calling me on a Sunday. Ooh, I was so happy to talk to him, and I told him so. After I hung up the phone I realized that Steve was probably expecting some kind of apology for my freaking out. Maybe when he calls me to tell me The Number, he’ll get it.