Ahhhh, yes...2009 was a very long year. Many of us were bruised and battered, and a few even required tourniquets. Some of you discovered Primal Screaming, while others dipped into the occasional Prozac Cocktail. There were smiles in between the hard knocks, and even a few whoops of delight, but overall, the year tested the patience of most every real estate agent I know.
Thus, I, "L.A.'s Sherlock of Homes," am going public with my 12 resolutions for a better year (one for every month of course.) Maybe if I state them aloud I'll have a better chance of keeping them:
January:
I promise not to bitch-slap the 25 year old starlet who is buying a 3 million dollar Malibu pad and wants me to lower my commission so she can buy a, $8k Viosky couch. Okay, "promise" is a strong word. How ‘bout "resolve"? Forget it, the kid is still getting one upside the head.
February
I will never again say, "Hey, I can strip wall paper!" just to convince a buyer that the ugly cow print in the bathroom should not deter her from making an offer. Okay, I lied. I'll probably do it again. I may even promise to re-roof the house if someone will hold the ladder.
March
Granted, I'm not off to a good start, but let's try again. Okay, I will not be frustrated and deflated if the market takes another surge into Dante's Inferno. (I know I can keep this resolution - my uncle Vito owns a bar where I can get free booze if I need to medicate.)
April
Okay, I'm getting into this now. I resolve to not laugh at my six foot tall, Barbie doll buyer with the painted on capris when she bends over to test the water temperature in the pool, splits her breeches and falls into the deep end....even when her wig comes off and gets tangled in the automatic pool sweeper. Okay, I can't stop lying. If it happens again, I'll probably laugh until I cry.
May
I will not think homicidal thoughts when, on the eighth counter, my buyer refuses to budge if the seller will not throw the bloody Plasma into the deal. I think I can, I think I can I think I can....
Nope, he's dead.
June
I resolve to cheerfully clean the seller's house every time we have an open house (even though he has a cleaning person) because my heart is big and I understand the pressures of surfing all day. Really. Honest. Com'on - give a sister a break - I'm trying
Nope. He's dead, too.
July
I won't kick my friend into December when she tries to steal my client at a cocktail party. I'll kick her into 2011 in the parking lot.
August
I will let my buyer bring her dog on house hunts, even though the crazy canine tore up the leather on my new Lexus. ($1214). However, this time I will tape the dog's paws to its head just before I tazer the owner.)
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