Another early at it happened this morning and glad for it because there was more than enough to keep me busy until I had to be at my 9:00 a.m. appointment to show a home. I mentioned to a colleague some weeks ago that if I can’t get as much as possible done before noon, my day ends up being a waste. I know some people waste most of their mornings with nonsensical things, and then getting a bit batty trying to be productive in their afternoons. Yes, there’s a very big difference between the morning people and the afternooners.
The showing of my new listing on 316 – 12th St. SE ended up being a double-header with a call from another to see it just before heading out to show it, so I told them if they wanted, to meet me there at 9:30, of which they agreed. Both showings went well to the point where both parties decided to make an offer on it which had me busy with my meetings with them, preparing documents, and getting signatures which took me all the way up to 1:00 p.m. I then scanned both of the offers and emailed them to the seller who lives out of State. I received a call from the seller late this afternoon which gave me the opportunity to answer additional questions she had before making her decision. Yeah! Another one of my listings just got sold.
What I really appreciated about that particular listing, was how clean and ready to move into it was before I listed it which is just another confirmation of what I’ve been stressing with sellers for many years, and that being to clean their homes as much as possible before listing because for buyers, the first impressions are the most lasting. Some sellers listen to me while others don’t, which in the end creates a longer marketing time, and in the end, a lower sales price.
The remainder of my afternoon was spent working on sales files which are coming up for closing, and the most exasperating for me in these times, is the hurrying up and then waiting for others to get their parts completed. Someone asked me yesterday when I wanted to meet him this week to do some measuring and more than once I replied, “Yesterday.”, which ended up being his queue that I wanted those measurements that day. Thank goodness some finally get their hints of immediacy.
Around mid-afternoon I took it upon myself to check on a house that was supposed to be vacated today, and since the occupant had refused to return my numerous phone calls, I went with key in hand and did my inspection. In spite of my being glad to find the occupant having moved out, I was not a happy camper when seeing how it was left. When I returned the my office I placed a call to the owner to give him the head’s up on what he’ll be facing when he goes over there this afternoon.
Oh how the memories came rushing back of those times I’ve personally had to clean up messes that others had left and even with those being “close to home”. I’m beginning to wonder if I have a sign on my back which clearly reads, “I’m a janitor in a drum and free for the using.” Had I known then what I know now, I would’ve charged a per hour rate for those many days spent at that home, and to this day, I’ve not been given even a hint of being thankful. Yes, the learning curve continues to where I’m convinced we are in a constant state of learning lessons, and likely will continue up to the time we draw our last breaths. One positive thing that came out of those many hours, was my opportunity to do some deep soul reflection which I believe everyone is in need of from time to time.
It looks like tomorrow is going to be a repeat of today with my having an early morning appointment to write an offer on a home. I’m of the belief it’ll be a crap shoot as to whether the buyers will end up getting it purchased. For the creepiest of reasons, I don’t have a warm and fuzzy feeling about that property, but as we Realtors know, when an order is given, we have to take it.
I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about a text communication I received from another Realtor at 10:19 p.m. last night. The beep coming from my cell phone awakened me, and when looking at it, I wasn’t the happiest after reading it was a request to show a vacant home later today. I’m going to think about that text for several days, and likely send an email to that agent requesting absolutely no texts being sent to me after 8:00 p.m. unless it’s something critical and/or time-sensitive. Don’t you think everyone requires their own personal down-time? It’s not like I’m working in the medical community and getting paid for being on call. I recently chastised another Realtor for those late texts, so I guess there’ll be one more sent. The craziness of our times never seems to end.
Do you ever have those days when you get that “feeling” something’s out of balance in our community? Well, today was my day, and for the strangest of reasons I’ve had thoughts that some person or thing was delivered here which has altered the balance of it all. It’s almost as if some toxic entity has arrived to stir up what little status quo we have remaining. I keep passing it off as just a by-product of that late-night text.
I had to stop at the groceteria before heading home, and wouldn’t you know, I ran into a cleric I had a conversation with several months ago. The first words out of my mouth was, “I apologize for the delivery of my message to you when we last met, but not the message.” He laughed and said something like, “No problem. I wasn’t the least bit offended.” We had a quick chat and then went on our merry ways, and while driving home I felt relieved he wasn’t harboring any ill will towards me because it’s not good to have any such negativities creating voodoo-doll pin pricks in us which ends up sending more shite out into the universe.
Tonight’s one-liner is: It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.