on leave

I’m now on my five-week hiatus from work.  Woohoo!  In order to celebrate, I have an appointment with my psychiatrist this morning, and an appointment with my psychologist this afternoon.  I suspect they’ll both be interested to hear the recent course of events, with a reno starting next week on one unit, and the purchase of another underway.

Speaking of which, we put an offer in last night after work.  My God, the real estate agent liked the sound of his own voice.  It took just over an hour, in which he discussed strata titles legislation ad nauseum.  Really, who cares about resolutions without dissent?!  I may be cynical because my mum spent about twenty-five years as a strata manager, so it wasn’t anything new (or interesting) to me.  We were there to sign an offer and acceptance, not talk about the ins and outs of strata ownership. 

Still, we eventually managed to sign the pieces of paper we needed to.  We did get some revenge when we told him how much we were offering.  We offered twenty grand less than the asking price.  When he asked what we would do if it was refused, we kind of shrugged and said that we’d deal with that if and when it happened.  I don’t think that was the answer he was hoping for.

He did mention that the owner had already knocked back two offers on the same day, one for ten grand more than we offered, one for fifteen grand more.  He let out the fact that if the owner had accepted one of them, they would’ve settled two weeks ago.  As I said to SO on the way home, that means that there hasn’t been an offer made in eight weeks.  That’s a loooong time when you’ve got a place on the market.

Anyhow, we’ll see what happens.  We’re prepared to offer more if needed, but we’re also prepared to take our time.  After all, we’re not in a rush – we’re about to start a reno.