Real Estate Used to be Funny #2

In 1974, I was a Mother/Housewife and bored with 2 kids in school full-time until one day my husband suggested I look at Real Estate. I laughed until I took a good look at the current crop of Agents mucking around as professionals.

I signed up for Real Estate class, and that is the beginning of my funny career. It was a little unnerving when pop quizzes were graded, and we found that some answers were wrong according to our books. The day of our tests, we were herded into a classroom-like room, allowed only a pencil or pen, and one blank sheet of paper. No calculator, books, or magazines were allowed, and bathroom breaks were permitted with permission, and no purses could be taken with us. When we were done, we went home and WAITED for a week or more for that fateful postcard with an X to tell us we passed or failed.

Did I tell you I was in the group that was granted a Temporary Permit and allowed to work until I passed that test? I did pass and worked for the next close to 30 years. Some of my fellow realtors’ antics shouldn’t have been funny, but they were!

My first day in Real Estate (remember, it was pre-class) was so interesting that I couldn’t help but smile. I was thrilled to be “hired” by my first of many Brokers. I arrived at the office and was greeted by my fellow Agents, all of whom were male. “Well, welcome, Little Lady. We are happy to have a woman to cook us lunch. You wouldn’t believe they had a fillet of Salmon waiting on the counter in the break room.

They went Hungry that day and every day after!

The best words of wisdom by my Broker were, “Take a different route to work every day, and when you see a FISBO (for sale by owner) stop and ask them to list with you.” He was a short, stocky guy with thinning hair, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He also said,” When you get a sale or a listing, just look in the files and copy what the other guys did.  

I did what he said, and at my first FISBO, he amazingly agreed to list! Help! I had no idea how to fill out that damn form! Between a guy from the city who got approval to widen the road, the lister, and me, we filled out the listing agreement.

I grabbed the listing agreement and beat a fast trip to the office to have Sammy check it out. Sammy looked at it and screamed.  “Get your ass back out there and get the signature!”  I did that, and later I learned that most sellers and agents negotiated the percentage, and I got a full 7%.

The guys didn’t like me any more than I liked them, and after they pulled every dirty trick on me, I finally got revenge. That story is for tomorrow, and it is a beauty.

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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