Deviled Eggs and Latkes
Friday is a holiday for the county, so the work load yesterday was very light. My boss did have one desperate escrow officer call her and demand to have his documents recorded on Friday, "They absolutely must record on Friday!". "Good luck with that!" she told him, since the county will be closed and deserted. Escrow officers never seem to think of anything until the last possible minute. Let's say that they try to release a document and something goes wrong but they don't know it, and we never get the release. If the deal is so important, why aren't they following up on it? Why do they call three weeks later to get the confirmation only to hear the deal never got to the starting block? Then they get furious, but why didn't they notice the day after when their confirmation didn't arrive? Ah, the minds of escrow, a constant mystery.
The gutter guys finally made it over here, having been held up by a late shipment, rain, and scheduling problems. As ever, they did a wonderful job, except that I noticed that those blankety blank raccoons have ripped the cover layer on the roof a little, no big deal, but I have to go up there this weekend and fix it up so they won't rip it some more, may they end up as coats, the stupid beasts.
Time to rush off to work, on this most blessed of days, Friday.