Prior to 2014, I had 2139 different jobs (give or take a few). I graduated from Whittemore School of Business and Economics at UNH and worked as a public accountant for a few years during and after college. When I realized that I had just invested 5 collegiate years in something that I didn’t want to do, I went into scramble mode. I sold mortgages, financed cars, sold paper solutions, did some private accounting, built decks, bartended a lot, tried public accounting again (which made me so sad that I went home for lunch, cried, smoked a cigarette, and went back to work every day), and did some restaurant management. I did a lot of stuff. Remember how I talked about mental breakdowns leading people to becoming a realtor? Yeah.
My first son was born in 2015 and I needed to figure things out real quick, so when I realized that real estate could pay me enough to be a career in 2016, it was a HUGE sigh of relief. You don’t need a ton of sales to make a decent living as a realtor, and by year 3, people began calling me as opposed to me pretending that I was everyone’s best friend.
When you get to the point that people are calling you and you don’t have to prospect all the time, being a realtor might be the best job in the world. You put out some fires, you help people, you keep an eye on paperwork, and you get handsomely compensated. It’s work for sure, but it’s not grueling like some would have you believe. I worked for two years in outdoor construction in New Hampshire. Seriously, negotiating an addendum is not all that grinding. Yes, we have to deal with kooky clients sometimes, but isn’t that kind of the game? We’re all a little nuts about some things. I have a weird thing about eating Cheez-Its by a factor of four. It’s real.
So, life is all kinds of bueno when the going is good in Realtorville, but when it’s not? Oh boy.