Dating, marrying, partnering up with another in the real estate industry, same species.
With Valentine's Day fast approaching and Cupid up to his old tricks, it's time. Sometimes the matchmaking like the CMA real estate property listing market analysis needs eyeballing.
Weigh in with your thoughts about "do two R's make it right"? Dating, marrying, partnering up with another in the real estate industry.
Beyond the basics of what makes any relationship last, the watering, feeding, weeding, loving attention.
What special considerations get added to the love potion number nine?
When everything tests positive for the "R" over achiever gene.
As the DNA cauldron gets stirred up, added to keeping it hot and spicy? Fun, forever. Happily ever after until "The End" curtain call, fade to black.
Knowing not all real estate professional are wired the exact same way in what would work for each of them.
But also considering the given that anyone in real estate list, market, sell (repeat) has some above and beyond requirements, on board specifications to consider. Understanding of what the job done right entails. And maybe someone from within the same species, whoever the mate is would understand and accept those extra pressures easier than your average bear missing, not wearing the R" lapel pin accessory.
With the same license plate holder reminding fellow motorists at the red stop light "You have a life, we let you live, lead it" on bottom. And "Have you hugged a REALTOR today?" across the top in dark blue lettering. With the SOLD vanity statement paid extra for from the Secretary of State sandwiched, spelled out in between.
When the hour and a half real estate listing ends up twice that long.
Arm wrestling, pointing out that no, wiggle room on the pricing of twice the real value is not going to work, fly. Or the property management issue needs attention now just as you are heading out to a party, ball game. Can't wait. As you cell phone shout out. In reaching out to the heating oil burner repair man as the temperatures drop below freezing in the multi unit apartment house on Chandler Street.
Or to get a police officer over to the domestic disturbance right away at the hub bub your cell phone just let you in on at the property on Baltic Avenue.
The new real estate listing that is anything but a Park Place, Boardwalk.
Fielding the hot under the collar calls at home from the divorcing sellers that escalate the closer the real estate property settlement gets.
And their forever loving knot about to get untied. Showing homes, walking land, touring lake camps when other real estate buyers and sellers are available.
Are off their work regular schedules. Wheeling and dealing, tensions building from tedious negotiations. Where plenty of seconds, third helpings of poison, petty, toxic, snarky attitudes are endangering all that work to put the deal together. And to keep it that way through the new wrinkles, kinks, walk the plank mutiny demands. From both sides of the real estate teeter totter aboard the sinking pirate ship.
Weaving in the night and weekend paperwork signing of listings, real estate contracts.
With all the follow up sets, changed and initialed copies to banks, appraisers, inspectors, insurance agents, lawyers. Scheduling whoever needs to see a place again for whatever reason.
The scan, email, fax backs, delivery of the latest changed over and over documents. With the chop chop, faster faster time's a ticking.
Don't waste daylight. Burning the midnight oil.
Not at your own home a lot.
On the road blending in kid's sports, musicals, vacations. The grocery shopping, little league games, braces, prom gowns, tuxes, date pick ups.
College tours and other family activities. The high efficiency blur juggling family, relationships, community events, work much like the busiest airport's luggage shuffling, back building operations. All the time, non stop. Hang on, got a text from another real estate agent. Excuse me.... (T Rex's Bang A Gong song ends, Free's Alright Now begins, then BTO's Takin' Care Of Business before Daf Punk's Get Lucky.)
Sorry about that. Just could not wait. Don't want a real estate deal to get white sheet covered, toe tagged and wheeled to the morgue if I can help it on my watch, shift.
In the real estate list, twist and sell, you meet the neatest, most interesting people from all walks of life, backgrounds, cultures.
But to be dating, married, partnered with that guy or gal wearing the blue and gold "R", who is cut out for the other half of that match? That's "it", for the connection holding hands, playing footsies, life dreams and the "how did your day go" conversations? Only another in the real estate cattle roping, bucking bronco rodeo of fun and games, dog and pony?