Jul. 18th, 2008 11:52 pm
"What are you doing in my house?"
Today ended much better than it began. The inspection went well, we turned over the rest of the earnest money, and
monshu and I seem to have settled on a lender and gotten our paperwork together. At 2 p.m., the old man was ready to kill someone; after dinner at Uncommon Grounds (I really need to do a post on the restaurants in that 'hood now that I've got three or four to talk about), he was back to his sweet lovable self.
Naturally, there were a few more bumps on the road to Wellville. Half-an-hour before the inspection was over, a downpour drove the owners out of the park and onto their back porch. The thought of their bedraggled children shivering in the open air haunted us, so I went to tell them that as we were completely finished in the lower level, they should feel free to occupy it. Their young girl looked at me and said, "What are you doing in my house?" "I'm just visiting for a bit!" I said sweetly and fled back into the house as her mother, chagrined, excused her saying, "You know, four year-olds!" Goddess only knows how her parents explained away the hairy strangers going through their things.
I've lost count of how many times I've said "Poor
monshu!" through all of this, but he really had a tale of woe this morning. Unbeknownst to him, there was a limit set on the size of files he could scan and PDFify through the office copier. (No warning message, so he found out only after running back and forth several times only to find nothing there). When we got home and called up my tax data, I was like, "Isn't there a way to just send him a file? I mean, printing this out, scanning it, and then e-mailing would just be stupid."
"That's what I ended up doing."
*Da opens TaxAct*
*Da immediately finds "Save as PDF" option*
monshu: "Well, shit."
Naturally, there were a few more bumps on the road to Wellville. Half-an-hour before the inspection was over, a downpour drove the owners out of the park and onto their back porch. The thought of their bedraggled children shivering in the open air haunted us, so I went to tell them that as we were completely finished in the lower level, they should feel free to occupy it. Their young girl looked at me and said, "What are you doing in my house?" "I'm just visiting for a bit!" I said sweetly and fled back into the house as her mother, chagrined, excused her saying, "You know, four year-olds!" Goddess only knows how her parents explained away the hairy strangers going through their things.
I've lost count of how many times I've said "Poor
"That's what I ended up doing."
*Da opens TaxAct*
*Da immediately finds "Save as PDF" option*
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IIRC, I e-mailed it to him as a jpg (though I can't remember why not a pdf). When I got to his office a week later, he said he "couldn't read it".
So, I hopped on his computer for him, popped it up by double-clicking on it and he said "how did you do that?".
It then turned out he still "couldn't read it" because it was too large and scrolled off his screen and he didn't know what to do about that. So, I resized it and printed it out for him on his own computer.
Once he had a hard copy, he was fine. :)
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