I’m pretty much fed up with clearing all the Russian spam from my blog, so I have decided to create an entry just for them…

So if you want FREE VIAGRA and cheap cialis and all kinds of other drugs without prescription, you’re welcome to take a look at the comments on this post… Don’t even think THEY will realise that they’re the real joke on this page…

I’m pretty frustrated as I am typing here, as well as pressured from all sides. To say that I hate every moment of it, is a bit of an understatement.

I gave a hefty deposit for the property that I want to purchase. At the moment that deposit lies in a money market account somewhere. That’s good.

However, the builder wants access to that money. You can’t p… off a builder, because then you won’t get your place done.

My problem is that to “lend” him the money now would be as much of a gamble as if I have taken all that money and bought lotto tickets. There is nothing to protect ME, even with a proper loan agreement in place, until the sectional title scheme has been registered and my bank loan for the rest of the purchase price has been approved. So, on proper legal advice, I’m NOT going to give him any money until that happens.

Bit of a catch-22, methinks, but he’ll just have to build a bridge and get over it! Once the proper permissions have been granted, he can have access to as much money as he needs…

And now I feel better. Thanks, Blog!

I think I need to see someone about getting my temper checked.  I’m probably the most volatile person I know. And no, I can’t ascribe all of that to my brain injury. (I wish I could - would explain everything!)

Or maybe I simply need a long weekend away.  Change of scenery.

Heaven knows, this whole bond thing is getting to me big time.  I have found the documents that the bank needs - saying that my retail accounts have been paid up.  The bank records they can track on their own system!  It’s going to cost me too much to go to a bank and have them printed.  All this effort to prove that I can afford a measly R900,00 a month!

Hey, I’m a big fan of the National Credit Act - don’t misunderstand me there! It’s just a helluvalotta schlep to get a loan, now, even if one CAN afford the repayments.  And I would have thought that the best and quickest place to get a loan from, would be the bank that I’ve been with for quite a few years, now. (Won’t mention the bank!)  Instead, I get the run-around.

At the moment, I feel like taking my cash money, buying a plot somewhere and erecting a sink shack!  A lot less hassle!

For the first time in my life, I have almost no debt and a big bank balance. However, that does not seem to satisfy the dear people at Nedbank. Maybe I have to do something something radical. Just don’t know what…

“They” say buying a house is one of life’s most stressful exercises. I’ve never believed that before, so I guess it’s poetic justice that I am now reaping the rewards… At least I’m not married, otherwise I might have been divorced by now… At the moment, I’m seriously on my way to a murder conviction, anyway! I’m going to get the people the papers they want, and if they’re not happy with that, I’ll consider moving my business. Life’s too short for not getting the service you want.

Why do I seem to only attract guys who drink way, way too much?  And no, they’re not alcoholics.  You need to ADMIT you drink way, way too much to be an alcoholic!

Yes, to me overindulging in alcohol is a deal breaker.  So I don’t think I’ll get to be a Mrs anytime soon…

I look at my bank balance, and I smile… and then I look at my “funds available” and I feel like bursting into tears.  Why do cheques take for ever to clear???

I visited my flat again today.  It’s going slow, much too slow… But then I met a neighbour!  I like new neighbours… At least we won’t be in-your-face kind of neighbours like in some “security complexes” I’ve seen, where the front door opens on the next door guy’s bathroom window…

Financing for my apartment was declined today. The official story was that I wouldn’t be able to afford the repayments. That’s bollocks! Frankly, how can they say I won’t be able to afford repayments 5 or 6 months from now? I was angry, this morning, but then I decided that it can’t hurt for me to submit my cash-flow budget. At least then the bank/lending institution would understand that I have given this a lot of thought and would be willing and able to make a plan if needs be.  The fat lady hasn’t sung,  yet!  When she does, I’ll rethink this whole venture!

Grrrr…!

Good news is that the building is progressing, slowly but surely. With some luck, the 6 months would be over sooner, rather than later!

It has been decided…  This woman will NOT have any cleaning staff in her house.  And yes, it’s going to be chaos, but it’s a hellovalot better than having a dumm (sic), complainy woman following me around all day long.

I just told my mom’s maid off.  Yeah, right, it’s not my place to do that, but if I have to listen to that woman for 5 more seconds, I’ll do more than merely tell her to shut up and walk away.

It’s a “crash” thing - I can’t stand complainy people.  Life is good.  It’s precious. And wasting energy complaining about everything is a waste of that goodness.  Plus it’s ingratitude at it’s worst!

I usually only listen to half the story, and then I say the words…  No, I’m not rude, but the words are not the words that a complainy person wants to hear. They are… wait for this….

WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT?

And while the person gapes like a fish out of water, not knowing how to react to such a direct question, I usually make my escape!

And now you know…

In the movie The Twelve Tasks of Asterix one of the heroes’ tasks is to find a particular form in “The Place that Drives Men Mad”. On closer inspection, that place looks very much like any civil service office… and it is said that it still exists today!

Somewhere else I read that if one wants to be exposed to the latest and greatest in technology and service, one should NOT go to any burocracy, be it a large corporation or a government office, as their mere size makes them cumbersome and outdated.

And if you add affirmative action into this mix, you’ll get a murder waiting to be committed!

I had a Monday today. A real one, not just the calendar day!

I got a note on my mobile phone early this morning to go to the main library. Having arrived there, I was informed that forms that I took great pains in obtaining were missing! And I know that not only did I return them to the main library, but I made all the necessary copies of the supporting documents as well! In hindsight, I think I should have copied the forms, too… The woman who was supposed to do the job, clearly was very upset that I could accuse her of not doing it! And she couldn’t find other documents that I urgently needed. (Fortunately, I had them e-mailed to my personal address, so I could make copies!)

And the third thing is that I couldn’t access information that I needed for my school children on the Internet, because some brilliant idiot somewhere decided that only certain levels may have internet access! That’s all very well, but considering that my library does not even have a computer, let alone internet access, and it serves a really poor community, I think that is the most shortsighted act so far this year! I can’t believe that I am expected to render a service of any nature to the public without as much support as I can possibly gather! So much for Batho Pele, or any other customer service principle. If you cut me off at the knees, I can’t do my work. Period.

And I refuse to use any of my own resources for work purposes without compensation!

Anyway, now all this is a matter of public record. I hope the people I work for read this and decide to do something about it! But I hope in vain…