Frustration

Spent the day waiting.... waiting for the underwriters to look at the loan files and generate additional conditions or to clear them for loan documents.

I waited for clients who don't seem to be nearly as motivated as I am to finish up their loans. "No, I didn't get to it this week.... we had company over the weekend so I couldn't sign the disclosure..... my accountant went camping this week." Meanwhile when their locks expire and they can't get the same loan rate....are they going to blame themselves for it....NO.... Right here! The big bald guy. He's the jerk who couldn't get it done. The FAT man!

Waiting for a company to fill out some questions on a third of a page of paper about employment of one of their employees.....all day.....no return fax.... probably still sitting on someones desk while they pick their noses or talk on the phone about their plans for the long weekend.

Waiting at the church in a white straight jacket and tie, after wolfing down a wonderful dinner so that I could be on time for interviews planned at the whim and choice of the bishop..... only to discover that, after opening the church, the bishop's office and the clerks office and adjusting the air conditioning in the bishop's office so that he would be more comfortable, that after twenty minutes where no one showed, to call the bishop who is still sitting in the comfort of his home and have him tell me that he decided to move them back two hours. "oh, I tried to call you but no one was home. maybe I should have tried your cell phone." Or, I have an Idea, how about just leaving a message on that little thing I call the idiot box or the sifter of stupid phone calls.

Coming home from the church, to watch my daughter be oblivious to cars while she rides her scooter on the streets and to have some MORON, who obviously beats his children and wife, after stopping as my daughter dawdles by the front of his suburban, then lay into his horn for twenty seconds to prove some point or teach a lesson. If I had been close enough to yell at him, I would have taken his horn and performed an intimate colonoscopy, gratis, through his nose!

Now, I sit, knowing that I should be doing something productive, but, trying to let the day fall away.

Frustration!