Today I had lunch with two friends, one of whom is a Realtor.
My Realtor friend said of this site, “When you read her blog, it’s like looking in a mirror. You can see yourself in her stories.”
I hope he doesn’t see himself in this one.
I used to be a licensed Realtor myself. I was especially bad at it. Possibly I was cursed.
This was during the two-year period my husband was the stay-at-home parent. I was concurrently working at the paper.
I achieved my license through the sponsorship of my broker, who promised handholding throughout the career launching.
I got a desk and a nameplate and the code to the office lockbox key.
One afternoon a man, woman and baby came into the office and told me what they were looking for in a house. I don’t remember the exact words, but it was something like “We would like a big, expensive house, please.”
This was it — my first commission was about to happen.
I made an appointment to take them looking at several addresses the next afternoon. I called the sellers to have them leave the houses vacant and clean.
In the meantime, I bought a new suit, rented a nice car and printed a list of homes that met their specifications.
I had a meeting with my broker for advice. He handed me the lockbox key, which was like a cell phone keypad. His advice: Don’t tell them you’re new at this.
I met the family at the office.
We were off.
At the first three houses I couldn’t get the lockbox open. The husband was getting that wants-to-flee look.
I couldn’t reach the broker by cell phone, so I apologized to the family and drove them back to my office for support. No one was there.
I went to the brokerage across the street and asked for help. They checked my key and said the code’s activation had lapsed.
One of the agents showed me how to reactivate it by phone.
We were off again.
It still didn’t work.
The next day two things happened. The family called to thank me for my time. They wouldn’t be needing any more of it, however, becase that evening they found a house with another agent and bought it.
And the broker ripped me a new butthole for outting his breaking the rules. Turns out, brokers aren’t allowed to let staff agents use their keys, which he knew.
The helpful agent across the street had reported him.
At that moment and this one, I hated him. I hated that I had invested money I didn’t have on a doomed mission. I blame him thoroughly.
My broker was forced to discontinue providing a key for new agents, and was forever angry with me about it.
This may be a result of my having a small fit.
I got a key of my own, but seldom had opportunity to use it — me being an especially bad Realtor, and all.