It has been pretty busy here the last couple of days.
The AJC (Atlanta Journal – Constitution) did a feature on me in the business section Sunday. The online version actually was visible on Friday, and I started getting emails and tweets and messages on FaceBook from folks around the country that know me through social networking.
On Saturday, word had gotten out, though
I am about to say something that is loaded with controversy in the real estate industry.
The National Association of Home Builders (NAHB) and the National Association of Realtors® (NAR) are both solidly behind a plan to give away a $22,500 tax credit to ALL buyers of
The Triumph hiding in a trailer
Today was the day I had to pose for picture for the Atlanta Journal Constitution for the profile that will be in the Business section (I don’t know the date yet).
Instead of getting a boring picture behind a desk in the office I hardly ever visit, I thought it would be fun to get the picture in a cool garage. I didn’t have anything really appropriate, so I pulled up a listing that I knew about with a cool garage. I called the agent with the listing, and we cleared it to go…
I had been in the house a long time ago… and it has since been staged. Coincidentally, I know the stager… I used to work with his daughter, and he used to visit my store frequently. And he has some
ok, maybe the business section… as soon as it is up, I’ll let you know.
Those are words I hear from my son on an almost daily basis. He breaks stuff. He isn’t doing it on purpose, but he is also just 4 years old, and he doesn’t know how to take care of his stuff as much as he should.
Honestly, most of the time… I can fix it. I have soldered, welded, glued and snapped pieces back into place as required. But, sometimes that just isn’t the case. Despite a garage full of tools, and the (sometimes I think innate) ability to complete a lot of different types of repairs, I just can’t do it.
Today it was the antenna for a radio controlled car. He broke it off inside the controller. He previously broke the mast further up, and that was also unrepairable, but this time he broke it so that the old one couldn’t be pulled out and a new one installed. It was a cheap car… he’s 4, and I don’t expect it to have a long life… but it still annoyed me.
I keep telling him to watch where he swings the thing… And he keeps saying he has it under control. Clearly not…
As I was standing by the grill cooking dinner tonight, I got to thinking about real estate deals. I’ve had a few go south. I’ve had sellers dig in and refuse to talk with buyers. I’ve had buyers that were less than reasonable about things that came up.
Frankly, I understand. I have been less than reasonable on WAY more than one occasion. I have not wanted to move after “picking my hill to die on.”
As an agent, I always have to work to fix it. Find that common ground. Glue it back together… and if it isn’t going to work anymore, get everyone to Plan B.
See… Parenting DOES teach one about business… ;^ )
