To prove two bank transactions took 104 pages. Kill me.
That was the latest step in getting the mortgage finished for 60 Broadway. The bank needed documentation showing where the money had moved, so another part of the bank faxed over the records. One hundred and four pages for two transfers.
The purchase had already spent weeks moving between paperwork, underwriting, follow-up questions, and more paperwork. Every request sounded small by itself. Show this statement. Explain that transfer. Send the same information in a different form. Then wait for somebody to confirm the file had reached the right person.
The ridiculous part was not only the page count. It was that the documents still had to go back into underwriting after they arrived. A giant fax did not move the deal forward unless somebody received it, attached it to the right file, and submitted it again.
The next morning I sent another note asking for exactly that confirmation. Did you get the documentation? Has it been resubmitted?
I was trying to buy a loft, but plenty of the work felt like running an incident. Find the blocker. Figure out who owns it. Get a direct confirmation instead of assuming the handoff happened. Keep going until the thing is actually done.
There was not much else to do. Complaining about 104 pages was fair. Letting the file sit was not.
The deal was still open, the mortgage was still not finished, and 60 Broadway was not mine yet. I had a very large pile of proof and one more status check to send.