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psipsyToday could have been better. Could have also been worse, as there were some good points, but indeed better.
Woke up late, got to work late. But there was a neat training thing about microwaves, so I went to that. Filled my brain with information and my belly with free pizza.
Then I went to look at a house. This is the meat of this particular entry.
The house in question was about 100 years old, but it had four bedrooms and a two car garage, and the price was well within my range. Cool. So I told the real estate agent that I wanted to look at it, so we went. Now, I've lived in old houses for most of my life, so this really wouldn't have been a step back.
And then we went inside the house.
The broken windows were more than enough of a clue, and one of the garage doors looked like it was about to collapse on itself. There was a small coal furnace, which in itself is foreboding, speaking from experience. Every ceiling tile looked water-damaged. The roof to the garage was buckling in some places. The house was a repossession, which meant the former owners knew what was coming and made the most of it. Someone drilled holes in the kitchen wall in the shape of a smiley face. Feces. Feces on the floor, on the wall. I do not know if they were from an animal or human, nor will I find out, nor do I intend to find out. I don't know why that really bothers me, as I've been around dogs for most of my years, and when the dog would take a dump on the floor, we didn't fret about it, we just cleaned it up, and I've lost count of how many times I've done that. But, being a repo house, banks will leave them vacant for a year before they go to sell them, and this house has been officially on the market for who knows how long, and it wasn't from my dog, if it was indeed from a dog. Stairwells that gave me doubt as to whether they could support my weight. There wasn't a single room that didn't need work. Plumbing, septic, well, and electrical, unknown. Wouldn't surprise me if there were termites, or any other pests for that matter. The place was a mess, there were more things wrong than what I've mentioned here.
Now, if it were insanely cheap, say much less than what I'd pay for a car, then I could actually go for it, and use the savings to really fix it up. Yeah, the place could really shine with enough TLC and elbow grease, but it would be more than what I could ever hope to muster. The agent never did make a real sales pitch for this house, I think he knew that what it needed was everything ripped out and a new house installed. He was the first one to say that it probably wouldn't pass inspection.
Well, here's hoping the next one I look at will actually be acceptable, and what I've been looking for.
Meanwhile, I'm up to episode 7 of Scrapped Princess, and it's getting wild.
Woke up late, got to work late. But there was a neat training thing about microwaves, so I went to that. Filled my brain with information and my belly with free pizza.
Then I went to look at a house. This is the meat of this particular entry.
The house in question was about 100 years old, but it had four bedrooms and a two car garage, and the price was well within my range. Cool. So I told the real estate agent that I wanted to look at it, so we went. Now, I've lived in old houses for most of my life, so this really wouldn't have been a step back.
And then we went inside the house.
The broken windows were more than enough of a clue, and one of the garage doors looked like it was about to collapse on itself. There was a small coal furnace, which in itself is foreboding, speaking from experience. Every ceiling tile looked water-damaged. The roof to the garage was buckling in some places. The house was a repossession, which meant the former owners knew what was coming and made the most of it. Someone drilled holes in the kitchen wall in the shape of a smiley face. Feces. Feces on the floor, on the wall. I do not know if they were from an animal or human, nor will I find out, nor do I intend to find out. I don't know why that really bothers me, as I've been around dogs for most of my years, and when the dog would take a dump on the floor, we didn't fret about it, we just cleaned it up, and I've lost count of how many times I've done that. But, being a repo house, banks will leave them vacant for a year before they go to sell them, and this house has been officially on the market for who knows how long, and it wasn't from my dog, if it was indeed from a dog. Stairwells that gave me doubt as to whether they could support my weight. There wasn't a single room that didn't need work. Plumbing, septic, well, and electrical, unknown. Wouldn't surprise me if there were termites, or any other pests for that matter. The place was a mess, there were more things wrong than what I've mentioned here.
Now, if it were insanely cheap, say much less than what I'd pay for a car, then I could actually go for it, and use the savings to really fix it up. Yeah, the place could really shine with enough TLC and elbow grease, but it would be more than what I could ever hope to muster. The agent never did make a real sales pitch for this house, I think he knew that what it needed was everything ripped out and a new house installed. He was the first one to say that it probably wouldn't pass inspection.
Well, here's hoping the next one I look at will actually be acceptable, and what I've been looking for.
Meanwhile, I'm up to episode 7 of Scrapped Princess, and it's getting wild.
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Date: 2003-06-06 06:40 am (UTC)~Sarah