fuck this job.com

So now i'm in real estate. I can't complain cause it's much better than being trapped in cubicle prison with a bunch of fuck wits. But i still have to deal with a bunch of paranoid, schizophrantic people who's lives consist of jumping from one dramatic, chaotic crisis to another.

I try to take pride in making every transaction go as smoothly and as least stressfull as possible for my clients. But a lot of them fuck it up for themselves. They'll call the title co. behind my back and ask how everything's going. The closing girl tells them good but they still don't have the paper's from the lender's. My clients don't know that lenders are notorious for waiting till the last hour to send the damn papers. So they call me in a panic asking why everything's not in order, blah blah. I calm them down.... Jesus, can't these assholes let me do my job and relax? I've dealt with grown women crying and people wanting an update every fucking hour.

I really want to move to a country like Italy where people seem to know the meaning of life is eating 2 hour dinners with family/friends, relaxing, having fun. There are too many mental time bombs around here.