My daughter accuses me of not embracing change. I find that to be a false statement. I’ll embrace change…with fair warning and a detailed outline of how this will affect me….maybe a pie chart too…or just pie… I’ll adapt. Becoming a real estate agent was a big change from my 9 to 5, half hour lunch, Saturday and Sunday off, get a paycheck every two weeks, type of life I once had. You don’t have set hours. You don’t have set lunches. You don’t have weekends off. You don’t have scheduled paychecks....which actually plays along with the no lunch part. I do try to keep some constants in my work life though. Like with my coworkers. I can always count on my broker, Stanley, walking through the door with a bacon and egg sandwich, saying, Good Morning, ma’am, then throwing away half his eggs. I can always count on Vicki to have our ads done before we even know what we want... Its like shes psychic… or psycho...it could go either way dealing with us. I can always count on Barry calling me Jana Girl drinking coffee from his NY mug , having a nickname for everyone and knowing hes still here if his lamp is still on. I can always count on Nathan to break me into any house we are having key trouble with. Where he mastered this particular gift, I have yet to figure out and am semi-fearful to ask. I can always count on James to be the first one here, with coffee made, music playing, pumping himself up for the day. I can also always count on James having a heated discussion over religion or politics with Bill. Oh, Billy Boy…I can always…always ….count on Bill to give me half a message. He can either get the name right or the number right but don’t expect both. I can count on Allen to eat anything we put in front of him. We refer to him as our “clean-up” guy…referring to leftovers. I can always count on Brenda to diagnose any ailment I have…and she keeps suckers. Then lagging up the rear is Rob...Robby..Robby…Constantly complaining that the Tuesday morning sales meetings are too early. Which brings us to our Tuesday morning sales meetings. Each week we get together and discuss new listings, deals going on, deals we wish would go on and just basically touch base with one another before we continue about our busy week. Last week the main order of business was to come up with a Code Word. There has been some recent questionable activity in the state concerning real estate agents and my broker wanted us to be prepared in case of an emergency. We all took our respective Tuesday morning seats and started in on our suggestions. James, being the philosophical one suggested we say I need the keys to the house on the road to Perdition. Then he launched into a 10 minute lecture/explanation as to why it is significant. I vetoed that idea because I can just see me sending that text and everyone at the office trying to remember what house we have on Perdition Road. Even calling other companies to see if they have it listed. I suggested donut but everyone decided I talk about donuts a lot anyway and they wouldnt know if I was in trouble or just hungry. So donut, cupcake, chips, fried chicken, and coffee were quickly ruled out. When Stephanie was little, our code word was Rumpelstiltskin”and however unique it seemed to be , no one could picture you being held against your will and working Rumpelstiltskin” into a casual conversation. Other code words discussed were Hoss... as in Cartright, Dirty Harry....although I found that one a little too obvious and Bill’s suggestion of Help... Yeah, Ok, thats original.. plus….No one would ever get the message. We never did come up with a suitable code word and from the result of our latest Tuesday-Morning-Hype-Us-Up-For-Our-Sales-Meeting, we are leaning more towards a Friday Afternoon-Just-Tell-Us-What-We-Did-All-Week-Meeting. I feel it was a bonding experience…
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 11:37:00 +0000