House Frustration

After writing this huge rant I feel I should place a warning ahead of it. It is a rant about the current house drama - selling. The people who are mentioned in it are not personally to blame as most of these things could have been avoided (except for the events taking place and damaging my birthday) and I do understand that most of these events needed to take place. There may have been better recognition of the hardwork and effort imparted throughout this entire ordeal that I was, and still am, unaware of, but at the current moment I am at the end of my rope. I am tired of being sickingly nice and polite, and desperately need to use my personal web space, which is quite possible the last place I have left, to get everything I am feeling off of my chest.

Our house was put on the market Friday, March 28, 2008 at approximately noon. Showings started the next day at 10am. There were non-stop phone calls all Saturday (you know my BIRTHDAY) and showings up until about 10 minutes before my birthday party was scheduled to start, a time which all participants knew of including the old landlords, the people seeing the house and the real estate agents themselves. Preparations for my party took literally 4 hours longer than normal due to the showings and the need for the house to be spotless and quiet at all times. Not only did these people walk around the house free of will and demand all the lights be left on (wasting our electricity and raising our bills, for which we were not repaid) but there was even one who damaged our fuse box making the fuse blow later on and our hot water heater stop working. We were out of hot water from Friday night until Monday night, how inconvenient.
Showings continued the next day despite the fact that offers had been given and, for the most part, accepted. The invasion continued into Monday where the proposed new owners had a house inspector come through. This took over 2 hours and involved him poking and proding every aspect of our house dishing insult after insult about the place I not only call home, but the place in which I PAY to live. He climbed over my belongings without asking and moved any adn every object that got in his way.
The children of the new owners were no better. They pranced around the house as if it were their own - touching and moving anything they so wished. People went in and out of every room making it impossible to keep any of them warm. They left the front door wide open letting all of the heat out - you know that heat we paid through the nose to get. When they were done there was relief for a little while.
The old owners called and told us they had received documentation ending the ordeal. However, this was not true. Apparently there is yet another condition which must be met for the deal to be final - a mortgage appraisal. They will be coming tomorrow afternoon. When the real estate agent (or rather their secretary) called I asked them if they could please stop telling us that each step was the final step when they knew full out that it was not. I told them how incovenient and stressful this is to all the tenants and how we would appreciate it if they would start taking us into consideration - since no one seems to care about us.
This house is an investment to everyone but the five of us who live here. To us it is our home and I would really like it if people would start looking at it like that. It is our home - the things in it are our belongings. I am sick and tired of people walking around my home without care or thought to those of us who live here. I am sick and tired of people touching, moving and breaking our belongings. I am sick and tired of this entire thing.
I have one last statement - who benefits from all of this. Well the real estate agent makes a huge commission and of course the old owners make money from selling the house. The new landlords get a new investment opportunity and once the current tenants move out, the new landlords can raise the rent and make even more money. But what about those current tenants - what do they get? The old landlords are paying for a buffet dinner and getting the male tenants a case of beer. Good for them really, they realize a tiny fraction of how stressful this has been. But really does it make up for the invasion of space and privacy? Considering how much work we did for them (well some of us) and how much that work increased the amount they received, one has to ask whether or not it really makes up for it. In my opinion, the main thing I received from this hole event, the thing that resides in the front of my mind, is simply frustration, anger and stress.