My parents opened the doors to their first real estate business when I was 9 years old. Or so they tell me. Who remembers such things as a kid. On that day and since you would have seen me flitting around ‘doing real estate’ with my Mum and the fam by my side. We love it. Houses are in our blood. Last night as I tweeted that I would keep my fingers crossed for Trish, who’s house is for sale, I thought of all those funny little things that you see or hear about in real estate.
Like, did you know, that some people will know there is an open home and still walk out of their home with washing on the floor and a week’s worth of dirty dishes in the sink. No really, they do. I had an agent come to me just this week telling me a tale of dishes scrubbing 10 minutes out from the open. And SHE was doing the scrubbing.
My Mum will often promise vendors {sellers} that she will do a quick duck through their house before bringing potential buyers through after they left home too quickly and forgot to make the bed or… flush the loo! All in a days work. And let’s face it, Mum’s love those type of jobs, right!? {HA!}
I was once told by a real estate’ing relative that a colleague who had had a MASSIVE night out the night before had fallen asleep at an open home, drooling on her arm and the couch in the process, and had awoken to find that people had been through, taking the time to complete the register and leave feedback. I imagine it went something like ‘This house smells of booze, or was that YOU!’… Argh. Terrible. Makes us all look bad.
But then there is the tale of the agent I had a funny feeling about. The one who I had employed while doing the office manager thing. The one who I subsequently fired for non-performance. The whole time I had this feeling, this instinct that he couldn’t be trusted. Nice enough guy, but off somehow. Well months later while watching previews for ACA there he was. He’d been busted going through an owner’s things {like, ALL THEIR THINGS} on their CCTV… Well that explained the creepy feeling.
And seriously, I could go on and on and on. Often I do. Sometimes I wonder, without this job, would I have any interesting stories to tell??*
But I’ll wrap this up and for now and send a shout out to the best agent I’ve ever know, one I’ve worked with, worked for and been sacked by. A women with the gift of the gab who genuinely wants people to get the home or investment they want and sales just flow from there. A 20 plus year real estate veteran. {heehee, I called her a veteran, she’s going to kick my ass}. My Mum.
Happy Mother’s Day {for tomorrow} Mum.
Love you.
*always with discretion mind you, I never name names or addresses or anything identifiable. Loose lips DEFINITELY sink real estate ships.
Suger 
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