The Lady Hooligan’s Page

One of the requirements of the National Credit Act is that banks have to inform and train the public about how loans work and what their rights and responsibilities are in respect to those loans.  The result is that I had to attend a Home Loan workshop yesterday.

Yes, I was the “token pinky”, but one of quite a lot of women!  Seems like single women take on a lot of responsibility these days.

What this piece is all about, is a big, black man of about 50.  He was loud, obnoxious and he accused me of being racist and Apartheid-minded.  I’m neither.  (I’m spietkopsist, if anything!)  It was quite interesting that he also gave the facilitator a bit of mouth.  That is, until Mpai silenced him with some choice words.  He was going on about how he knew everything, because he was an estate agent for the past FOUR YEARS!  And then he demonstrated his ignorance in front of the whole group of about 25!  Ouch!

I am a firm believer that everything in life happens for a purpose.  The years I spent in my dad’s office came to good use yesterday, as I knew about most of the costs and what they were for.  I had my questions answered as well!  The ones I asked, as well as the ones I didn’t.

I’m waiting for the place to be built, now.  Concrete slab should be in place by next Friday! Yippppeeeeeeee!