missfrifri

About a week ago I went into this estate agency and found a perfect flat for me and the girls. To add on to this joy, the estate agent was very very hot. So, before my eyes I saw a perfect autumn, with perfect flatmates and an estate agent with the perfect butt.

But, as so many men before him, he’s managed to disappoint me. He does in fact seem to be a male bimbo.

I have now ended up in a position where I’m practically STALKING my estate agent. Because he REFUSES to call me back.

Am I really supposed to have to go through all of this when the man gets PAID for calling me in his working capacity??? (In a completely non- prostitution way, of course.)

Seriously. I tell him that we want the flat. I tell him to call the landlord and ask when it’s available. Tell him to also ask routine questions such as x, y and z. And he says that he will call me back the morning after.

No call.

I call the office three times until I finally reach him. He’s very very sorry, the person who has the information he needs has left for the day and he will call me back tomorrow. So, by the end of the next day I call the office (since he hasn’t called me back) and it turns out that he’s off that day.

However, those of you who know me know that I will not take no for an answer. Thus, I stomp into his office the day after, stare at him angrily, makes a dramatic gesture. “Remember meeee?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I was off yesterday so I wasn’t able to call.”

“I know. I stalked you down.”

“You, eh, stalked me?”

“I mean, I called. I called you.”

“Oh. In fact, just give me 30 minutes to sort this out and call some people and I will give you a call. Let me write down your details again.”

I stare at him suspiciously.

“I promise, I WILL call you this time! In maximum 45 minutes.”

I turn around to leave. Turn back again, look at him and say “Just so you know, I will stalk you until we get this flat.”

“It’s fine Miss Dahlqvist, I’ll definitely sort this out for you!”

4 hours and no phonecall later, I feel like going into his office, jump up and down, wave my arms and scream like a baby. “Whyyyyy, whyyyyyyy won’t you just let me take the damn flat!!!! IT’S YOUR JOB TO LET IT TO ME!!! I’M OFFERING YOU MONEY FOR IT YOU MORON!!!”

But I’m not going resort to such behaviour. I’m going to stay calm.

A no is NOT an option.

This isn’t over.