My apologies to anyone who is offended by an off topic post, but it seems inevitably all topics in here run into the same direction eventually anyway. It distresses me to read the non-stop bickering in here about bubbles, unsupported deck adjustments, redacts and risk. I’ve found a way to stay in the game part time and not worry about lender pressure. To each his own, but I sincerely believe that being a part-time, cherry picking appraiser removes much of the temptation to accept those questionable orders and the net result is less risk to me. If everyone did this, there would eventually be no bottom feeding sleazy lenders because I refuse to acknowledge them.
Much of the bubble argument seems to deal with lender QC and their risk. Maybe the question should be why be even be concerned with their risk? They’re big boys and know the score, I no longer care because they can fix the QC problems they created whenever they wish to and presto, no more big scary bubbles. I believe there is far more risk for the individual appraiser accepting and completing the orders discussed here daily than taking a calculated risk with personal assets on a venture where you’ve done your homework. I’ve concluded that being the quality control police on HBU nightmare properties for unappreciative lenders isn’t cost effective for me. I’ve found that observing, persevering and acting on the flaws in the current system pays handsomely. I just put another one to roost which had zero risk as far as I was concerned. Vacant lot listed by a gold jacket thug. No sewer in the subdivision on the listing date. There will be in 60 days. Maybe the gold jacket was reading the bubble news instead of visiting the planning office. Christmas came early this year. Buyer was “yours truly and/or assigns” to close in 4 weeks. The day after the accepted offer it’s listed for 40K more with a clause for “subject to seller taking title”. My only investment interest was for 4 days since there were 2 closings within the same week. This is not meant to boast, but to show others it can be done, it isn’t brain surgery, but it isn’t easy. It’s work.
I don’t read articles about bubbles, but I do read my MLS a dozen times a day and the classified sections of 3 different newspapers. 99% of it is wasted time I’m sure. It’s that 1% that bears fruit. I didn’t grow up with the country club, the silver spoon, the electric garage door openers, nor do I care to have any of that, but I do intend to celebrate tomorrow. I’m going to forego the adult beverages, what I’m going to do after they record the deed is smoke me one of those big long Cuban mule dick cigars like the high rollers do. Maybe even put on my Poncho Villa hat and provide personal bumper music for all incoming calls …..
Won’t you pour me another Tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer,
For all the damned gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I got the pesos to spend, yes I do.
So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
And lay down and love me again.