Purchasing the Cash Cow, Part 2

Back to the future, or past that is as I still need to complete the big roundabout before getting to the matters at hand.

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So there I was, all ready to throw in the proverbial paddle, when out of the blue, sales lady #447809 takes it upon her to ask something as personal as "So, what are you studying".

In my mind, no doubt reigned that her next words in response to mine would be something along the lines of "Ah, then I'm sure you'll be coming back in a few years to look for something nice outside of town".

So I shoot... and score!

The next few minutes went something like this:

Her: "Now why didn't you say so right away? This changes everything!"

Me: "Humh?"

Her: "We have an understanding with our bank, that requires we forward them all potential customers as splendid as yourself. In exchange for your buisness they'll be more than happy to stretch the numbers as far as they'll go, to ensure that together we'll able to serve your habitatial needs.

Some more gluteal lip-fondling ensued, but as I find that details often tend to blur the image, I have decided to skip ahead instead, to the rest of the story and it's interesting parts.

EDIT: Stuff, will finish this post later (read: everpost)

Purchasing the Cash Cow, Part 1

As some may know, last year just about this time ( june 15th to be exact), I purchased property for the first time in my life.

Recently, some events have taken place, that demand that I review my motives for said purchase. But for anyone not precent at that time to be able to relate to my reasoning, I think that a short jump back in time would be in order.

So, to better be able to explain myself, here follows my recount of those days:

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It all started out with my living by myself in Tilst. After Carmen had found a place of her own, I was next in line, and while dorms were available (15km outside of town), something told me that I was no longer going to play the happy serf, serving lien to my lord and master (aka. the landlord).

So I looked around, spoke to real-estate dealers and tried my hand in the time-tested game of equity. Here I quickly learned that while leasing may not the be the best hand to play, purchase demands that you fold in the first round, handing over your trousers on your way out.

Being on a the tight budget of State Educational Support, which amounts to no more than 4618kr a month, nary a monylender would much inclined to lend me his ear, let alone his funds in trust. Or so I had thought.

One day, during a random sweep through my local brick-dealer, I am approached by a female salesperson, asking if I require assistance, to which I reply that I am only browsing. Not to be discouraged by such a simple rebuttle, the woman then politely inquires as to the limitations of my funding (under the guise of better serving me as a customer, of course). Not yet having dared to present my plans to the bank, I simply told her so and was rewarded with a kind smile and an invitation to set up a meeting with their "partner" in finance.

Not one to be sent away without a treat, I asked her what her estimate would be for a student with little income and a sick puppy to nurse at home (sobbing up the story for emotional support). One blink of an eye later (not sure wether it was the puppy love or just the sadness in her heart from having to break apart a sad dreamers hopes), she regretfully informed me that not much brick would be available to a pauper such as myself, and suggested that I try my hand at praying instead...

- And there but for a chance, might have ended all my dreams.

First Post

Something of a challenge to write about oneself for everyone to read...

Not too personal, not too shallow, and what about other people? Do you mention them, cordially, vaguely or just get down low and dirty, spilling the beans on everyone, from your local greengrocerdown the street, to your latest 15-year old conquest sleeping off the drug induced coma that it took to get her to your lair in the first place?

Maybe I'll just keep it simple, and not worry too much about recruiting my own angry mob before I've even had the chance to burn eat a flag or two.