There’s always something to howl about.

The Eight Hour Day

Some on these pages, me included, offer various methods, systems if you prefer, to produce a larger and more reliable income in the real estate business. I have my way, others have theirs. The smart ones literally couldn’t care less how the other guy does it as long as the cat skins keep showin’ up on the wall. Oh, they may care enough to adopt others’ techniques, making it their own, but in the end, they care about puttin’ smiles on the faces of their wives and bankers. A lesson I learned from Grandma long ago — one of the most reliable gages of how well you’re doing at any given time is if both your banker and your wife are consistently happy to see you coming.

Let’s skip the M.O. today, and talk more on how your work week is really playing out. There it is, the room is now so quiet, you can’t hear yourself think above the din of the crickets. I’ve given, heard, made fun of, been shamed by, and shaken my head at the explanations given for so called ‘work weeks’ a myriad times.

It’s Thursday as I publish this, so it might be Friday or the weekend as you read it. Look back over your week, and honestly assess how many hours you spent ‘working’ for which you wouldn’t be embarrassed to charge more than $10. It’s my contention most full time real estate agents haven’t worked eight hours in one day doing what Dad used to call ‘actual productive, billable work’. One night at dinner he bluntly declared that the next time I work 40 billable hours in one work week would be the first. Ouch.

What agents do to avoid real nuts and bolts work need not be listed in detail here. I know what you do, because I did it. Constantly getting ready, getting ready to get ready, preparing, waiting for information, setting this or that new project up, blah blah blah. I’m convinced most never fully realize how much their words come out sounding like, ‘My dog ate my homework’.

You ever grow weary of hearing how Joe or Suzy work 60 hours weekly? Yeah, me too. Trust me, they don’t. They spend the time, but so much of it is simply not worth much more than $10/hour. If you don’t take anything else from this minor piece of fluff, take this:

I never became a big hitter until I realized what 40 hours a week of killer quality work was all about. I abhor the whole ‘work smart, not hard’ mantra, though I understand the genuinely good intent behind it. Wanna be a real world cleanup hitter?

String together an entire quarter of 40 hour weeks of very hard, very smart work. I promise you the epiphanies will flow, and the rest will take care of itself. Have a good one.