Percy does not like it when I read a book. He puts his face over the top of it, and moans. He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes. The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down. The tide is out, and the neighbor’s dogs are playing. But Percy, I say, Ideas! The elegance of language! The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage. Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was enough. Let’s go.
It’s been a couple of weeks being in real estate. Here are some highlights:
1. I went to a vacant home and found a homeless man sleeping.
2. I went to a vacant home with the master bedroom locked and slippers outside the door. I learned from above.
3. I went to a home where a little girl asked me an inappropriate question.
4. I went to a home that made my heart beat fast. The owners were sketch.
5. I went to a home that inspired me to love big and be thankful.
6. I went to a home where the seller accidentally giggled at the conversation the buyers were having. Everyone started laughing together.
7. I heard about a stunning former dancer who had a builder as a father. She was always interested in his work and one day decided to become a home inspector. Although she dressed appropriately / safely for her job she once got locked in a bathroom by the owner. She was fine but it made her re-think some things.
8. I met the kindest (grandpa) inspector who built an inspection business with his wife. After 20 years in business they are still super successful using only word of mouth. When you listen to stories of when they first started out and then see where they are now you feel the world is a cool place.
On my bucket list is to try a day of being a living statue. Pictured here is Amanda Palmer.
From very luxurious to very creative, I got to see a lot today.
Veer Tower Vegas
If my life were a blank state / an empty container this is what I would put in it:
To reach this I must be aware of how my tendency towards procrastination can get in the way.
The long-term stress procrastination causes me versus the temporary pleasure.
Ask myself does this coincide with the person I want to be. Is this replacing time for the good work I could be doing?
Take a tally every time I have an urge to check something / to distract myself. Observe myself want to go from something hard to something familiar and easy.
Realize I don’t need that comfort. I could be in discomfort and nothing bad would happen. Actually good things happen when I am discomfortable.
I can get excited easily and therefore I wanted to share two new technologies that I recently discovered.
Uber: you can now control the music through your Spotify in your driver’s car.
DMLV: you can check-in / get a ticket before you arrive and get a text when your ticket number is 30 minutes out. The DMV site showed a live count of 300 people in line before me if that gives you any idea.
Both are great ideas although they have a lot of bugs to still work out.
Tonight I got back to Vegas from my trip with Lauryn. While she took a nap after our morning drive home I finished the book Leviathan.
Dad picked me up and then I went to dinner with my him and mom. At dinner I thought of two funny cellphone stories about my mom. First was the time she texted me that I forgot my cellphone. Second was the time we were discussing calling agents for lockbox codes when we forgot our key. She had said to just call the agent and say your cell phone was dead.
My parents also just bought a condo and we were talking about how they had split the cost 50/50. Then my mom added that she bought the furniture. Then my dad added that he paid for the interior alterations. Then mom added she didn’t get the real estate agent commissions. Then dad added he was the better negotiator.
Last but not least I got to see Garner tonight. We hung out and then decided to walk to the grocery store to get a snack. I ended up buying a week’s worth of groceries which I thought we wouldn’t be able to carry back to my condo.
Afterwards I read him a short story called Bullfighting by Roddy Doyle which had reminded me of him and his group of guy friends. He read a short story to me called The Enormous Radio by John Cheever. It was about a couple who bought a radio that let them hear all the different apartments in their complex. The story was about how we all share the same problems as one another and are no better than one another. It was a great story and a great night.
Today was my first day of being a free bird (arms flying high with optional “SQUAW SQUAW” cry). All the jobs I have had in my life thus far have been 9 to 5 and for the most part stationed at the desk for the majority of the day.
This morning I woke up, later than I wanted because I was painting late last night, and met my mom at her office to write an offer for a client. I found myself at a coffee shop right before doing some quick google searches on how to write offers. I wanted to be prepared in terms of knowing the terminology and having questions ready. Also I wanted to make sure my mom was confident in my abilities. As you probably know yourself, it can be difficult to get you mom/your parents to see you as anything other than your child and teenage self.
While we went through the process of creating an offer I had to remember to remove my listening cap and put on my strategic thinking cap. I didn’t take extensive notes to study later but rather tried to understand as fully as I could right then. I asked questions and made comments throughout to confirm my understanding.
As you would have guessed real estate definitely involves a good amount of math. I was thinking it would be nice if I got in the habit of doing some math/strategy excercises every morning to warm my brain up and stay sharp. As background my mom is a CPA and worked at banks for a significant amount of years in her life. I remember her once saying that being a CPA has helped her stand out from other brokers.
After we created the offers she had to run and I ended up running into Mark and Lee. These two guys have been working at the company for around 15 years and it was so nice to see some familiar faces. Mark started immediately giving me a download of how things are with agents in the market right now. He was saying how agents are our customers and how we need to think from their perspective. He showed me the sites for other agencies in Vegas and talked about what they are doing right or what they have tried in the past. He gave great marketing ideas from Adwords to websites to direct mail targeting. Him and Lee were awesome.
Afterwards I drove to grab lunch and enjoyed my sandwich outside in the patio sitting area under the sun. It was such a great feeling to be out and about while the sun was out.
Then I needed to find a place to research more home for a client. I ended up at my parents house because they have a printer and free snacks. I was there for a few hours and then was out and previewing homes.
I found two homes I liked although they were farther than I wanted on Blue Diamond. The first was something I have only seen once before from our home in New Jersey. It was where the kitchen and main living room were upstairs. There was a master bedroom downstairs with its own living room and when you went upstairs the same. It was like two homes in one. For example it was as if you could rent out the bottom floor to a tenant and almost never see one another unless you wanted to.
<upstairs kitchen / living room>
<downstairs living room and master with backyard>
I also found a nice condo with extremely high ceilings and wood floors.
Then Garner and I went to our weekly tennis lesson. Misha our coach gave us great tips on improving our forehand swings and serves and different drills to practice. We ended up getting an extra 30 minutes and the court lights shut off while we were still serving.
“So my advice is, don’t think about loneliness, or happiness, or unhappiness, for a week or two. Then “take stock” again, and compare your feelings with what they were two weeks previously. If they have changed, even a little, for the better you are on the right track; if not, we may begin to suspect the life does not suit you. But what I want specially to urge is that there’s no use in comparing one’s feelings between one day and the next; you must allow a reasonable interval, for the direction of change to show itself. Sit on the beach, and watch the waves for a few seconds; you say “the tide is coming in “; watch half a dozen successive waves, and you may say “the last is the lowest; it is going out.” Wait a quarter of an hour, and compare its average place with what it was at first, and you will say “No, it is coming in after all.””