*Headdesk*

On Wednesday, Will & I went in to apply for another apartment. The ladies working there were both very nice and more transparent about the process. The other place we were denied at was very very vague with things like:

"That may or may not be an important part of the application."

"We're not really sure what they check for."

"You should find out in 3-5 business days."

"Pets are not allowed in Belmont Properties except for service animals. (Later...) The allowance of pets is dependent on the property manager's preferences. (Later...) Do you own any pets? What kind?"

It's the little things like that where you want to just strangle someone until they tell you exactly why you are likely to be denied so you don't bother to spend any money on the damn credit check, although strangling the clerk may be a good reason to be denied.

Anyhow, Will got a job and we started over at a new place that had a bigger place, closer to the beach, but a bit more expensive. We tell them that we hope to move in this weekend and that the credit check won't take too long, and they assure us that because they handle all the credit checks in-house, it shouldn't take much more than 24 hours and we should know by the next day.

Will calls me today to say that he thinks the number he put down for his work was wrong, so he asks if I can call in and let them know what the right number should be. This is, to me, a HUGE relief because I was looking for an excuse to call them anyway and check where we were with the status of the application and all that.

However, after I ask, nervously, how far we are in the application process, the woman asks,

"When were you hoping to move in?"

"Uhh... this weekend..."

"Oh, that's right, there's a note here that says that..."

"Yeah, we need a place to stay pretty soon."

"Oh okay, well I can get started on that now then."

WHAT!? Get STARTED on an application where I need to know if I have the place or not by this weekend? You're joking, right? Right?

Oh how I hate limbo.