I’m here to shout some people out.
People who helped me when I needed it the most. People who stepped up to the plate when they didn’t have to. People who took their valuable time to help a homegirl when she was panicking over something important. Let me tell you a story.
You ever bought a house? I’m buying one now. This is my first time. I am 36, and this is my first home purchase. Like many in my generation, I feel late to the game. But I also feel accomplished. My god–I can’t believe I’ve done this! I saved half of my income last year in order to make this dream possible, and now look–it’s happening!
At one point in my life, not so long ago, I had resigned myself to the notion that this would never happen.
We made an offer.
It was accepted.
But as the time for the loan approval arrived–
The broker asked for two years of my taxes.
Not a problem for most people, right?
But for me?
Look, 2016 looks fucking great on paper. 2017, even better. I murdered that shit legit AF.
2015, though? Homie. I was broke in 2015. At least on paper. I was stripping for the majority of my income, all cash, no records.
2015 ain’t gonna get me that house.
With horror I realized:
I DON’T HAVE MY FUCKING 2017 TAXES DONE AND THEY ARE THE ONLY THING THAT CAN PROVE I HAVE TWO YEARS OF INCOME HIGH ENOUGH TO AFFORD THIS HOUSE.
Oh, and also:
MY ACCOUNTANT HAS BEEN BEGGING ME TO DO MY TAXES FOR LIKE A MONTH NOW AND I’VE BEEN DRAGGING ASS AND BEING A SHITTY CLIENT WHYYYYYYYYYYYY GOD WHYYYYYY
However, perhaps this could be solved….? Perhaps my bookkeeper extraordinaire could push things along on my taxes for me…?
BUT WAIT, SHE’S WALKING OUT THE DOOR ON A MUCH NEEDED VACATION AND I KNOW FOR A FACT SHE’S BEEN POUNDING OUT HER OWN WORK LIKE A MANIAC JUST TO GET TO THIS MOMENT
So obviously I panicked.
And then I realized:
If I want this house–this house I’m so close to buying–then I’m gonna have to suck it up and ask for some shit that’s embarrassing and unreasonable and hope to god that the women I’m about to ask will take mercy on me.
That’s right. I emailed my accountant and asked for my 2017 taxes done RIGHT NOW, after dragging ass on answering her emails for a goddamned month. And after that, I emailed my good ol buddy the bookkeeper to say, hey dude, know you’ve been busting your ass for a vacay but can ya like drop everything and do some number shit for me right this instant or else I’ll lose the house I’m so close to buying?
WHY GOD WHY HAVE I PUT MYSELF IN THIS POSITION
The fact is, I fucked up. And I had to ask other people to help me pick up the slack.
And guess what–
They helped me.
Right then and there.
Ariane, my bookkeeper and pricing ninja at Do Your Thing, took time she didn’t have while one foot out the door on her way to a much-deserved vacation in order to get the proper data to my accountant.
Liz, my accountant at Liz is All Biz, my accountant who has no real reason to spend her whole night getting my taxes together RIGHT NOW especially after I’d been slacking on her requests for a month–spent her whole night, getting my taxes together, right now.
Because these two women whom I’ve never even met in person cared enough about me getting this house, they graced me with empathy and compassion and friendship and above-and-beyond service.
And because of them, I’M CLOSING ON THE HOUSE TODAY!
By the time you read this, I’ll be a homeowner for the first time.
Thanks for the reminder, Ariane and Liz, on what it means to step up to the plate for someone, even when it’s a pain in your ass. Thanks for the reminder of what it means to be a human in business.
I’mma take that lesson.