I had gotten the documents out of the way and was excited to get on over to Nagara and check the place I had identified out, but that enthusiasm was premature. The owner had requested to be there for the walk-through, and since they don’t live in the area, we needed to find a time that worked for them. This was to be either a Tuesday or Wednesday ::rolls eyes::
You might think this is ridiculous, and you would be very right. But again, curiosity frequently gets the best of me, and when barriers go up, when the alarms start sounding, when red flags start waving, you better believe I pull out the big guns and get ready for a fight. There is nothing I hate more than bureaucracy, and when it bears its stupid, incorrigible teeth, I sure as hell grab my best tooth-smashing sledge and swing mightily like Thor.
So I smiled, fuming on the inside, and typed my reply to the agent in my politest Japanese that next Tuesday would be fine, how about 1PM? Nope, needed to be in the morning.
How about the Wednesday after, also PM? Nope, they weren’t available on that date.
3rd Wednesday of next month? “Oh, that’s just wonderful! We’ll see you then,” they digitally chortled.
I wiped my brow, glistening with sweat from having been ceaselessly furled for the entirety of this written exchange, and leaned back in my chair, reveling in the fact that I had, at long last, booked the goddamn viewing date. Mission fucking accomplished.