Another hectic day came and went, but hopefully, I did make more than a dent in what I’d set out to do when I arrived at my office early this morning, and on the upside of it all, it certainly turned out to be a fine day in North Iowa.
My first order of business was to get some extra research done on a particular property before making a call. One of the positive things about being in business for a number of years, and diligently working at establishing good and lasting business relationships, is having learned that there are times when a professional needs information from me which I freely give, and then later, a fair-play turnabout with my asking for, and then receiving something I wasn’t able to get on my own without spending more time and resources. It took only one call, and then a return, to get what I needed. Yes, it was yet another reminder that we’re all in it together, and if only our society as a whole, would realize it.
I had some errands to run as soon as the normal opening hour arrived, and luckily I didn’t have to wait in line to connect with the people I needed to see. Another facet of doing normal business, is to treat receptionists, clerks, and secretaries with dignity and respect, because they’re usually the ones who do most of the back-room work. I say that, because one of them was good enough to spend the extra time to make sure some documents were quickly delivered to her superiors. Yes, she is a dear one.
Of the two offers I’ve been working on, one of them fell flat on its face, and there being nothing I could do about it. After hanging up the phone, I was once again reminded how many pro-bono hours I’ve spent with clients and customers, and then find myself at a dead end. It made me think of my little saying I had some years ago which was, “To really understand this whole business of being on “100 % commission”, one must grow up on a working farm, and then sell real estate for at least five years.” Yes, we have all the many part-time Realtors who have full-time jobs and likely spouses who’re also carrying part of their financial loads, but let them go “solo” without any supportive income, and that being when hard reality kicks in.
I’ll never forget the day I realized it was time to quit working with a certain real estate office which is no longer in business, because I knew if I stayed any longer, I would be in great need of a rubber room. Because the broker did not want to let me go and almost refused to sign-off on my license transfer, I finally said, “If you think you’re going to ruin my real estate career, then so be it, because I’d rather be pulling weeds out of onions for the rest of my life, than working here for even one more day.” My license transfer was signed, and off I went to work with another more compatible real estate office. Yes, long-term mental health is far more important than job security.
I’m still working on the other offer I wrote yesterday, and hopefully we’ll have something positive to talk about come tomorrow morning. In spite of what may sound self-serving, I truly believe that home will be an exceptionally good fit for the buyers. On the outside, that home has a similar look to the Folk Gothic farmhouse I lived in when I was very young. For me, it always had a commanding presence, but also welcoming. It had exceptionally tall windows which allowed all the more natural light to pour in.
I’m of the belief childhood living quarters and experiences, have an effect on the choices of home styles we purchase, because nearly my entire life was spent living in older homes with a great many windows. I still can’t envision myself living in any of the newer ones that are built for energy efficiency. I consider many of them nothing more than beached ships with porthole windows. It’s no wonder people keep their blinds closed and curtains drawn, because they’re likely reaching for light and views in what they’re watching on their boob tubes. No thank you very much.
When I first started working on the restoration of my office, one of the first things I did, was to remove all the plywood from those two 10′ tall windows at the back, just so to bring more light into the rear which felt like a dungeon at the time. I even went to the extent of spending heaven knows how many hours, stripping the paint off of them, just so it would match the rest of the woodwork. Talk about feeling like an acrobat dangling from a ladder. I did get them stripped and varnished, and afterwards all the more glad I did. I guess if you want light, there are times when you have to fight for it.
Another daunting task I had today, was to go searching for a file from over three years ago, just so to provide a professional who’d given me a list of requested documents, so back to the archives I went a-digging. It’s interesting how when paging thru old files, our recalls start coming to life in our minds. That was a memorable transaction which once again confirmed for me that there are all the more “takers” in our world who think our we owe them a living. It continues to make me wonder if our characters are built long before we slid down our chutes, or if it’s our society. Whenever I encounter such devious minds, I sometimes think of an old black and white movie I watched when young which was quite disturbing, and if my memory serves me, it was called, “The Bad Seed”. If you should find, and decide to watch it, be warned because it is a bit terrifying.
My last appointment of the day took me out to 1740 Cerro Gordo Way which is my recent listing I consider a diamond in need of a good polishing. It has solid bones, a great location, and a copious amount of up-side potential for future value. I’ve been recommending anyone who’s able to do the work themselves, to take a closer look.
Tonight’s one-liner is: Education is a precondition to survival in America today.