I am sitting in my cube on a Sunday afternoon that is rapidly becoming evning. Why? Because I have an exam to pass in a few days, and reading at home is difficult. Turns out reading here is also fraught with the Peril of Distractions. Actually I have studied some. Not enought yet though.
I have an irrational fear. It's almost a phobia. It's extremely embarassing to admit. But I faced it and though it took about 2 hours longer than it should have, I finally have submitted the mortgage application that I planned to do about two weeks ago. I cannot express in words the fear that this process produces in me. Multiple episodes of tears, panic attacks, shame, significant avoidance of anything related to it. I would rather lick a toilet bowl than work on the application to be preapproved for a mortgage. Well, maybe not. But sometimes it feels like the bathroom would be a better option. Why am I afraid? It is a personal rejection if they say no? No... nothing personal about it.. fit the criteria and you are offered $, or don't fit and continue to rent. I have no idea what will come of this application. Last time we did this I was convinced that we could not possibly qualify, and we did... but that was in 2004.
Ok, back to my reality... this horribly dry textbook about Property and Liability Insurance. Chapter 7 look out!