No, we don't need to call OSHA... But there IS a danger we real estate agents face almost every day... a hidden danger that can wreak havoc in our regular lives.
I held an open house at one of my listings today, 590 Baltimore Ave in Lilburn, GA. And while rushing out of the house for the 7 minute drive, I forgot to grab some reference paperwork. As soon as I arrived and began unpacking by laptop and setting up my office for the afternoon, I realized that I hadn't grabbed the needed papers. I called the lovely and talented Mrs. GarageGuy, and asked her to bring them to me... not knowing that I was about to infect her with the condition I have fought as long as I have been an agent...
That's right, house envy...
Of course, I told her to look around and see what she thought. She hadn't been to this listing yet, so she was curious. Little did I know that she was moving our furniture into the house... at least in her head. She had laid out her office, the play room for the kids, she had mapped out the recreation area for the dog. She had even invited me to build a [gasp] THIRD GARAGE.
I walked into the Master Bath and caught her mentally soaking in the double jetted bathtub. She deserved to relax a bit after all of the work she did mentally changing the carpet in the Master Bedroom, and mentally arranging our furniture throughout the house.
Haven't we ALL been there?
Normally, it is fairly easy to fight off... Some houses are too big, others too small. Some have restrictive community convenants that would prevent my car habby from getting out of hand, and others are just way more expensive than I can justify. And then there are some that are in the wrong school district, or too far from friends and family... I couldn't pluck out ANY of those excuses. I tried.
Right now I am hoping that someone gets an offer in, while I can still hold her off. I love the house, don't get me wrong, but I'm not ready to move my project... yet.