If you have one, just forget about it for a couple months.
I just spent four hours sorting out my mortgage, which when I went to pay it was 200 bucks more a month, which is a massive increase. Called the company, and there was apparently an escrow shortage. Apparently my taxes DOUBLED and I owed the escrow a ton of money.
Now, as a good liberal, I am all in favor of paying more taxes- IF I OWE THEM. So I called up the assessor, and apparently they had accidentally classified my house as a Class IV, which is “All property situated inside a municipality that is not taxed in Class I or Class II.” Class II is what my property should be, which is “Owner-occupied residential property used exclusively for residential purposes and all farm land used for agricultural purposes by its owner or bona fide tenant.”
That switch doubled my tax and then some. So I called them up, and chatted with them, and stated that if this is not in fact my house, I should probably feel a little bit foolish about sitting in someone else’s house in my underwear. It turns out the good people at the Assessor’s office had put it in Class IV because they had just assumed I was the same John Cole that lived across the alley from me, and that the surly bastard we all know as my dad was actually the owner of both properties. I discussed that we both have middle initials and this should not have happened, they agreed, and I then had my mortgage company talk to the tax people and who knows, at some point in 2020 the paperwork will go through and everything will be fine. By then, I presume, I will have had my loan bought out by a new mortgage company. America- Fuck Yeah.
So, that was four hours I will never get back.
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