Pouring rain. Love it. Get to the signing, no place to sit but ground zero. I'm sure I'm not the only NSA who arrives, gleefully, hopeful of seeking a flat table surface with good light so that we can see what we're doing and sign over 288 pages of RM packages.
None to be found. I was led to a chair near a glass and wood coffee table where I will never obtain a clear legible, photographically reproducible notary seal and where the signer will make holes in the paper on the textured wood, until I ask if we can get a magazine to write upon.
I sit in the chair and sink two feet to the floor with my knees under my chin. Some would remark, I didn't know you could do that yoga pose, but wow, impressive. Now try to flip pages when you're that contorted.
We went along just fine until we got to a page that had the 17th is to be the signing date, after we've gone through 80 of 107 page documet. You see, I got the bum's rush to print, contact the borrower and get my butt over their ASAP, they needed to be signed and returned ASAP. It was dark in the area where we were signing, but the dates on the RTC jumped off the page at me. Signing was to be today, not yesterday, but the scheduler said SIGN TODAY (yesterday).
Oh, yes, and the package came to me in 13 separate PDFs adding to my joy and bliss.
Needless to say, I'm on the way out for a repeat performance, signing on the correct day.
Crazy biz...just what we need in CRUNCH season.
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