Ya see?! We should be listening to Russell Shaw. You can list all day and all night, and never be too busy to scratch your nose. It’s that chasing around with buyers that downs perfectly good Realtors.
Cathy had a buyer-rich day. A final walk-through on a new build. The signing on the same. Then an inspection on a resale home. No lunch, of course. Not much water — and we’re already in the mid-90s in Phoenix. She capped her day with a hair appointment…
…And promptly swooned under the hair dryer. Literally fainted. The salon called me, and I raced off to pick her up.
I will get my hair cut any place that’s close, fast and cheap, and, since I’m ugly to start with, I don’t really care about tonsorial talent or post-tonsorial pulchritude.
Cathy, by contrast, will only go to a tony salon that is twenty minutes from our home in no traffic. In rush hour, it’s forty minutes at least.
I hadn’t even made it to the freeway when the fire department called me to say they were taking her to the hospital.
I met her there, and that was beyond fun. Apparently, hospital employees are world champions at not making contact. And it turns out that the treatment for hunger, dehydration and exhaustion is no food, no water and no sleep. If this “service” costs less than a thousand dollars, I’ll be amazed.
Ah, but I can bitch like a thunderstorm when I need to. Eventually we got free of the hospital. Food. Water. Bed.
Jeff Brown talked about mentoring, and I realized I have been remiss in not leaning on the girl to take advantage of those unexpected opportunities in a busy day when you can grab a bite to eat. Realtors eat like hell, but at least they should have sense enough to eat when they can.
Listing agents, on the other hand, are creatures of leisure. While Cathy was running around like a dervish, I was in the office attending to what is, in fact, her listing:
No Open House this Sunday, though. We had two offers at last Sunday’s Open House, and I’ve been shooting counter offers back and forth all week. You’ll have to take my word that we priced it right, but the bottom line is: “Sold in 5 Days.”
Under the circumstances, I think Cathy should sleep in tomorrow…
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Brian Brady says:
Cathleen should sleep in tomorrow. The recuperative power of ten prone hours is amazing.
Get Well, Cathy!
March 14, 2007 — 11:10 pm
Greg Swann says:
> The recuperative power of ten prone hours is amazing.
We missed you yesterday, but I will have you know that I said the words “Worldwide Credit Corporation” in a booming voice. It’s on tape.
In truth, the attendees were impressed with the brilliance of your marketing strategy of being a wolf among sheep — er, a lender among 20,000 Active Rainiers.
March 14, 2007 — 11:16 pm
Brian Brady says:
Thanks, Greg. I laid in bed all day yesterday and was chomping at the bit last night. The “recuperation” ended about 10PM when I was wired , wondering about the seminar.
Marketing strategy? Aww, you give me to much credit; I just got lucky. (my nose is growing)
March 15, 2007 — 1:32 am
Kris Berg says:
Take care of yourself, Cathleen!
March 15, 2007 — 6:32 am
Jay Thompson says:
I was there. And indeed he did implore us all to use WCC for all our lending needs.
I just blew it off, but maybe it stuck with someone. 🙂
Hope Cathy is feeling better! Rest young lady. And congrats on the sale.
March 15, 2007 — 6:50 am
Jeff Brown says:
I’ve just never understood forgetting to eat or drink. I’ve been known to answer the question, “What’d you do today?” with, “Had fish tacos at Seau’s” 🙂
Please Cathy, keep some kind of food and water supply in your car from now on. You’re the only buffer between the world and Greg.
March 15, 2007 — 8:17 am
Cathleen Collins says:
The hair appointment was one I was desperate for. I’d had to cancel my last one because I was even busier last week…
Thank you everyone for your kind wishes. I slept in today till 9:00… obviously much needed catch-up. I feel fresh and ready to take on the day. My first appointment isn’t till noon, when I will meet a client who’s driving in from California for a final walk-through.
As I was getting out of bed, Greg was stepping into the shower. Since he will have to drive me back to my car, my loving Type-A husband advised me to be ready to go in 15 minutes! No shower for me? No breakfast? After some top-notch negotiation, we walked away with a win-win solution. Greg will run the first lap of his errands without me, leaving me at home to tie up lose ends here. Then he’ll have to go out of his way to come back to get me and take me back to my car. The benefit for him? A happy, non-frazzled companion for the long trip…
March 15, 2007 — 9:09 am