Ammirite?

A journey begins with a single step. . .and all those other fantastic quotes that belong on a Successories ( http://www.successories.com/?siteID=AIhZj_ZlUqE-.bNbMC.qGBn73UKrw2Y7qQ) poster or pencil cup.

Working on deepening those convolutions in my noggin and doing lots of prep tests (I need five more points before I’ve reached my own threshold of “preparedness”) and getting spam from future competition.  Today’s mission, see how many errors I could catch. . . .and whoa, Nellie, there were bunches.  Which makes me feel pretty dang awesome on so many levels, A. the info is actually sticking in my brain like a great shepherd’s pie does to your ribs on a snowy night, 2. having the info and knowing how to use it is a powerful thing but, sometimes, perhaps best saved for when you’re actually in the pool of competition because III. feeling pretty good that I’m prepared for this next chapter if the “experienced” other guys are making such bonehead errors, and, so frequently.  Thanks fellas.

Back to enjoying hail and thunderstorms outside and lots more review indoors.

ps-sorry for the lack of clip art, spare time lately has been filled with flash cards and what not.

Eating soup with a knife and channeling Sun Tzu. . .and marinating in itunes.

My desk today. . .sort of speaks for itself.

 

There’s a possibility it’s the caffeine talking but ever experience a good gut-burn that makes you feel like you’re on the right path to something fun and great and mutually beneficial?  I’m there, enjoying the burn and the late night epiphanies and brain storming sessions.  You know you’re passionate about what you’re doing when half asleep at three thirty in the morning you’re scrawling into a moleskine journal next to the bed to try to get something down before you fall back asleep, actually, no that’s just the inspiration.  Hearing your idea is terrible twenty times in a row, some from close family and friends as you morph and develop it then eventually the tides turn and you hear it just might work as you intend it to. . .there’s nothing like your own mother or a former business professor telling you to pack sand to make you put up or shut up on something at the developmental level.

You have to think old school, new school and anticipate the moves of the school with no foundation these days in real estate.  Like any business, I’m sure you’re sitting there shaking  your head, “It’s not rocket science!”. . .thanks Captain Obvious.  It can be frustrating to see some folks advance in business.  Prowess in marketing?  Networking?  Orrrr connections, which, hey, I get it, it’s a networking game, life/business that is and good on ya if you’re out shakin’ your tail feather to push your product or idea.  Maybe it was that business ethics class (since I thought taking one was important) or one too many lock-ins at Baylake United Methodist as a kid but I think it’s weird push your product when there’s a very personal interest at heart. 

Ah, disclosure.  Depending on the state in question, there are some various “direct” connections (Selling agent is builder, Real Estate Firm is Developer). . .but it’s amazing what ISN’T required.  It’s kind of strange to stand back and keep an eye on who’s hand is in who’s pocket in real estate these days.  Referral organizations that take over a third of commissions up front and then push their product but don’t want you to disclose to their referred client that the client indeed has a choice.  Agents who are in one way or another involved with their builder or developer who, perhaps, aren’t doing their due diligence pushing for the best match for a purchase for you but rather something from their personal inventory since it’s proceeds are paying for this year’s trip to cabo or wedding flowers with the builder/developer.  Hey, I know we have some PR work to do.  As real estate professionals, I know a good chunk of this nation is sure we are the new century’s equivalent of a snake oil salesman and frankly, I think you’ve hit the nail on the head with a good portion of us.

I’m feeling a teensy bit riot grrl lately, granted, Doc Martens don’t go with my work attire today but feeling a little grr nonethless.  Am I out to make a buck, you bet, but aren’t we all.  I guess if you’re taking a look at something I have up on the market, I want you to know it’s my best friend’s sister’s house with super cute custom curtains in the family room and if it’s a match to your wish list but I’m most certainly not going to shove it down your throat if it’s not a good match.  Also, I think if you’re representing a builder/developer and you spent the first half of your morning folding their underpants and making them coffee but you aren’t perhaps legally married or it’s a second cousin twice removed, if I were a client, I’d like to know.

Back to my death by spread sheet and paper cut but had to vent for a second.  Happy to lose a battle in the short term (or at least walk away from the school yard) and to gain ground long term.  Day ten (I think) in a row, thinking I may break for the gym then head back to work. . .

PS- To the facebook and blog creeper out there that’s reposted some of my articles (as well as some that seem familiar from fellow bloggers), nice to meet you, I have your isp address, consider this a polite finger wagging to knock it off. . .it’s not nice to plagiarise.  You are welcome to share with a link or repost or trackback buddy. . .seriously, by the looks of things, seems like you don’t write a lick yourself?

Rawr.  End scene.