So today was the day! The day we were supposed to get the keys to the new house. But of course we didn't....
Turns out the Notaire went on vacation a couple weeks ago. Would have been nice if she had told us that she was going away and couldn't be around for the signing. The banker (Vinny) didn't send off our loan documents on time either - since we forgot to give him our insurance information. It would have been nice if he had asked us for the correct documents at some point. Of course the seller isn't bothered - she is out of the house and living with yet another boyfriend - this guy is even younger I hear.
So that leaves us with movers coming next Monday and no keys - plus we need to be out of our current place by the end of next week so they can prep the place for the next tenants. At this point it appears that the Notaire will return on Thursday and then we will get the keys on Friday. Fingers crossed.
This does leave me a bit concerned. Who is the one forking over a few hundred thousand euros? Um. We are. Who is getting all this money? The Notaire...Vinny the banker...the seller. And at this point it really seems as if they could give a fuck about how we feel and that we do actually need a place to live after next Friday. Seriously - I don't get paid to do my job as a hausmann - but if I ever dropped the ball on the job the way this pack of losers has I'd be in jail for neglecting my children. Maybe I should have stayed in the work force. Then I could do shit, slack off, avoid responsibility, and still get a check at the end of the week....
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