Well current offer expires tomorrow, I know the vendors returned to the office yesterday and I also know there was a meeting this afternoon. The agent knows that I am throwing my everything at closing the deal and yet my phone has been stubbornly silent!
I have a further shot or two and am desperately battling to keep my powder dry which is an odd switch from a few weeks ago when my last offer was acceptable and I was pressuring for a date.
I am now trying to convince myself that the reason for the delay is because its good news, it must be right? After all I’ve not had any for ages.
Weird thing is that work is manic, both in terms of what we do and in terms of the political machinations behind the scenes and the sneaky job offers and courtships that make industry work. But all of this seems to be almost dreamlike, I know its there and I move amongst it as I always have but it has a sense of remoteness as I fight the other front and look to proudly proclaim my victory.