I am in Real Estate and I love my job. This is not the easiest of times to make a dollar, be productive at work or do all the things one is suppose to do when the phone is not ringing. I blogg, use facebook, search our MLS,go thru my potential buyers and sellers and try to match them up. I e-mail my $95,000 clients and my $2.6 million hopefuls. We are an agricultural community in the historic Hudson River Valley. We are a stop off for Martin Van Buren's State Home lookers and fall leaf peepers.. I am always proud to answer the phone and hear someone ask to see one of our listings. This morning I was so excited I had an opportunity to meet a potential cliet, I forgot to ask for his phone number.I also forgot to ask if he was working with another realator, looked at other property or made any offers on other property, signed with a buyers agent, was he preapproved or how soon was he looking to move. We talked about how great the smell of Autumn was in upstate New York and how big the pumpkins were already. How the tip of some of the trees had changed their leaf colors to red and orange. We talked about bringing his son of 16 months in a back pack and how I had three grandchild of my own. If he was late how upset would I be if his son sleep later than usual and how close was the second house. What school district were these houses in and was their a Farmers Market near on the weekends. How long was the commute to an Albany Hospital and was Internet hookup available. Maybe all the connecting with the voice on the other end was enough and I can ask the other questions after we have the first handshake or maybe I will just be using my $2.73 gas for nothing. Even if he doesn't show I know a great place for an ice cream cone on the way home and I can leave a few of my cards at the counter. I am in Real Estate and I love my job.
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