I gotta tell you, I’m not all that inspired to write and post my usual drivel this week. But give me a cluttered closet and watch-out…now that’s something I can really dig my hands into! It’s like I’m nesting, but without an egg. Oh man, this week has just felt like one big wedgie.
Really, I’ve checked all the junk drawers and the bottom of my purse, yet I can’t seem to find my vapid imagination anywhere! And come on, how could I with silverware drawers to organize and odd socks to match?
I need to make sure we’re all up to speed before I get to today’s post. Otherwise, we risk a lot of…”What’s that girl talking about now? Real estate? I didn’t even think she owned a house?” Which is true, I don’t own a house, but that’s not the point. The point is I sold real estate. Actually, Ben and I both did, and the damage to our collective brain has been surprisingly minimal. Although, from time to time I need to wipe away drool from Ben’s chin.
Her are the official CliffsNotes for today’s post: I spent five hardworking years crawling over hot coals, on my elbows and knees, also referred to as real estate sales. House data sheets in one hand, a cell phone in another hand, all while holding some client’s hand with the other. Yes, I know that equals three hands, so you can imagine the advantage an eight armed goddess would have selling real estate!
What I could have done with eight hands! I would have had enough hands to do all my real estate stuff plus jab out my eyeballs, my clients’ eyeballs and occasionally shove a hand down my throat, nudging along that wretched feeling. Like when I was three months pregnant, touring twelve plus homes on a ninety-five degree summer day, with some buyer who wasn’t “exactly sure” if they wanted a three bedroom, two full bath, or a three bedroom, two and a half bath. Because you know that third toilet could make ALL THE DIFFERENCE. Oh heck, lets just look at them ALL! And while we’re at it go ahead and throw in some condos!
Anyway, the other day I was watching one of those real estate shows on HGTV. The one with the happy real estate agent and the agreeable buyers. Where the buyers have three homes to chose from…and they like it. THEY LIKE IT. And they thank their agent…Thank you real estate professional for narrowing our choices down to three. We‘re simpletons and could also use your help determining which thumbs to stick up our asses. Seriously, people I take more jeans into the dressing room at the Gap.
So I decided if I ever sold real estate again I’d have a rule sheet for new clients. It would be laminated for easy clean-up of…oh I don’t know…blood, sweat and tears. It would go something like this:
