Bankers—can?t live with?em; can?t - Posted by SusanL.–FL
Posted by SusanL.–FL on May 08, 2001 at 12:05:10:
live without?em?
Banker #1
A year-and-a-half ago, I sent my people over to be refinanced. At closing the banker told me how MUCH be appreciated the business and to PLEASE continue sending more his way?-how he would walk each client through the process and handle them with Kid gloves. Well?I?m about ready to pull out my BOXING gloves at this point, I?ll tell ya?
Over a month ago, I referred Roberto to the banker to be refinanced. I faxed the Banker with all the necessary details for an easy transaction, (loan #s, loan balances, etc.). Then I followed up with no LESS than four phone calls. I left messages because he was never there to answer his phone AND he never returned any phone calls!!! Finally, 3 l/2 WEEEKS later (!@#), I got lucky and he PICKED up the blasted phone!!
He said all he was waiting for (to process the app.) was the $295 application fee (which I had agreed to pay)! Then he wanted to squeeze me into his tight schedule toward the end of the week to give him the check. I said, ?Hold on. I?ll drop this check off in ONE hour and leave it with the receptionist if you aren?t there.? (Three and a half weeks that application just sat on his desk?)
A couple more day passed and I found out that the banker hadn?t told Roberto to fax in his latest pay stub OR that the appraiser would be contacting him. I wound up taking care of those details?otherwise, I?m sure we?d STILL be sitting around with our thumbs up our b u t t waiting for that creeton.
Banker #2
After FOUR go-rounds of trying to get Igor refinanced with my commercial property, we finally hit pay dirt. April 20 the banker said he would have his decision. April 20 came and went. Two more weeks went by with Igor leaving messages and the banker not returning his phone calls.
I finally told Igor that I would call him. In his little Russian accent he pleaded with me, ?Sooooooozan, PLEEEEEZE don?t make him MAD. He is my only hope.? [meanwhile I?m thinking: time to get this fat cat off his lazy a@# at the bank and give us an answer].
Actually, I called another banker over there who was able to nudge the commercial lender. Igor was faxed a loan commitment yesterday around Noon. Yay for our side!
Last night Kenny breathed a sign of relief when he said: ?You were able to get them both financed?. [I?ll breathe MY sign of relief at the settlement table AFTER they hand me my check$.]
As many of you know, we?re (somehow) still managing to hang on by a thread$ but it is absolutely CRITICAL that these two deals refi QUICKLY so that we can save ourselves while there is still some time left on the clock.
We have almost dug out from under our $470,000 debt of 4 l/2 years ago. Aside from the ?run of the mill stuff? that happens when you?ve taken a financial$ header (foreclosure notices, repo notices, phone and electric disconnected, IRS and back taxes, ad infinitum), we?ve also had other little fun ?ditties? to deal with along the way?the kind of problems and are up close and RIGHT in your face every day.
Our roof started to leak?.and I don?t mean leak as in DRIBBLE either. We were filling 5-gallon paint buckets around the house every time it rained!! Talk about SHUTTERING when we saw a cloud in the sky?and the race to get home in time to beat a storm!
The pool pump went out?probably close to a year ago (and of course no money for parts or replacement). Soooo?every couple of days I?d lug home either chlorine or algaecide to keep it from turning into a cesspool.
The two riding lawn mowers and two ?walkers? were out of commission. One rider was being held hostage at the repair shop until I could pay for the repairs. In the meantime I did find a little Husquevarna push mower out in our shed last Sunday and I coerced my son and his little 8-year old friend to give it a whirl. I was finally baiting one against the other??Let?s see WHO can push the fastest!? But through tall grass, it was an effort in futility. ?But Shelby! There?s only 2 l/2 more acres to mow!? He gave me the hairy eyeball?
Fortunately, Kenny never had a defeatist attitude either. To help make ends$ meet, he took a second job doing whatever needed doing. One night he did an engine repair on a Lincoln (for a friend of a friend). Told his teenager to take it out for a test drive after he had finished four days of repair work on it. When his son didn?t return after about 45 minutes, Kenny went out looking for him. By then it was 11:15 P.M. As he rounded the corner, it was like a scene out of a movie! Fire trucks, police cars, crowds of people roped off?and there ablaze—the LINCOLN!!! It had caught fire and totally incinerated. When the kid leaped out of the car, he didn?t think to grab his Dad?s test tool lying on the front seat next to him (a $3,000 hand-held Scope for engine diagnostics that Kenny had JUST finished paying off). And of course K Sr. didn?t get paid for the job either, since he didn?t have anything to show for it except a pile of rubble.
With my wharped sense of humor, I wound up going in the other room to split a gut laughing! The whole thing was just incredible!! I nicknamed Kenny ?Sparky? and his son, ?Flame Boy?. WAS glad it wasn?t my Explorer. Think I?ll change mechanics!
At least we?ve managed to show our kids (during this time) that ?when the going gets ROUGH, the tuff get going?!!
Looks like we are finally near ‘home free’ guys. And it has been one heck of a WILD ride!
C-ya!
Susan