But still it’s farewell And maybe we’ll come back

I’m leaving tomorrow. It feels weird to actually have a date, after all this time.

Our agent called yesterday. She wanted to give me a heads up on potential issues. The other agent continues to pressure on ours. We don’t know if this is just her personal selling style, or if she’s actually as unpleasant and passive aggressive as our agent’s experience with her suggests she might be. The other agent isn’t pleased with how long it’s taking to get the paperwork back, and dropped some very thinly veiled threats that the deal could be off the table if this isn’t done by Friday. We can’t do anything to speed up FedEx, Joan.

On a positive note, the package is in the US, and is in transit from Memphis.

Our agent messaged later in the afternoon, after we’d talked about the pushy agent. She wanted to let me know she’d verified with all the legal eagles that my end of things is settled. On the off chance they needed me to sign anything else, they’ll overnight it. I can take off whenever I want, as long as I leave whatever keys.

Shawshank will probably deny it, but I figure he asked her to check and let me know.