I get asked a lot what realtors do when they’re not looking at houses. Well, I thought it would be fun to take a trip through a weird day for me. Is it atypical? Yes. But it’s not crazy abnormal. Just kinda. And I own a restaurant. Without further ado…
7:47 AM- Awaken by a smack on the forehead by my 7 year old son who feels as if I may have been overdoing it in the sleep department.
9:00 After getting breakfasts in front of them (chocolate chip muffins), putting together the dudes’ backpacks, water bottles, and Pokemon folders and ensuring they had socks on, getting them safely into their mom’s Outback. Cross that off.
9:08 Shower, clean up, leave for showing, forget wallet, turn back around, grab wallet, concern about being late, hit the road.
10:00 First showing of the day. Small chance they’ll buy it. It’s in the middle of nowhere and has a nice roof and solid kitchen.
10:30 Hop back in the car. Talk to clients on cell and let them tell me how this isn’t the house for them. Middle of nowhere so service cuts out twice.
11:10 Second showing of the day. From the moment I scheduled it, there was no chance they would buy it, but I like the agent and it will be nice for the buyers to see what that price point will buy them in that area, so we take a courtesy look. I thank the listing agent. He looks me in the eye and we both know this isn’t going to end well.
11:38 I scurry over to The Riverworks for a bartending shift. I’m late but I own the place and that’s just how it goes. Marcy and I work on Sunday afternoons together and she’s holding down the fort just fine.
12:00-3:58 Bartending. Good times. It allows me to turn my brain off and always kinda feels like we’re just hosting a party, which is always fun. Good crew, good customers. In this window of time, I’m being told that my clients want to put an offer in that has a deadline of 6 PM. Also, I had an open house that was covered by another agent so I’m keeping one eye on the phone for questions and one eye on Table 15.
4:00 Fantasy baseball draft starts. We were going to do it in the restaurant but everyone is busy with life and we get late cancellations. It’s a blessing because I don’t have the bandwidth to communicate. I didn’t have time to get home so it’s a draft at the restaurant. I still have to figure out a time for to throw together the offer in the next two hours, so this will be a concurrent effort. While pondering who I’ll select for a catcher, I have to do paperwork for a purchase that will ultimately be the biggest one of another human’s life. I choose to lean my attention towards the offer. As the draft is happening, a friend of mine is sitting at the table with me and telling me which new player is being bid on. I’m interested but incapable of action.
5:54 The draft completes. I feel relieved. My catcher is decent but my outfield is atrocious. Looks like I’ll be hitting the waiver wire. Alas…
6:04 I get the offer in, late by a mere 4 minutes. It’s incomplete but it will have to do for now. It’s not going to be the final draft anyway so as long as they get the idea of the major points, we’ll clean it up tomorrow.
6:12 Marcy and I get a drink in and decide that we won’t be cooking dinner tonight.
7:08 We go to La Festa for a couple of delicious slices of sausage, pepper, and onion pizza and a big Moat Mountain Blueberry beer. I need my brain to cool off for a minute. Marcy tells me she’ll see me on Tuesday. I don’t know what that means. She tells me it means that I ignore everything around me when I’m in real estate mode.
8:15 Finally got home. I get to put another offer together. Marcy has a soak in our new tub. I very much don’t want to do this tonight but I said I would and that’s how it goes.
9:01 Offer done, clients have signed, paperwork submitted to listing agent.
9:09 Watching White Lotus, trying to minimize the things on my mind, preparing for tomorrow, having an oversized Ketel One and soda.
This was my day. It was overwhelming, fun, chaotic, energizing, and exhausting. Technically, I made $150 for my efforts (all courtesy of my bartending shift) and I have a disappointing fantasy baseball team. I’ll take it every day.