at the clock. Damnit! Six o’clock already. I have to take a shower (now more than ever) and search my closet for work attire. Laundry is piling up since developing a social life.
The shower is the best place to be overcome with ideas. Whenever I find myself stuck on something, I turn the water up as I high as I can stand it and clear my mind as the heat cascades down my body. This morning Janice’s house is all I can think about. How in the world do I plan on selling this property? Most situations call for something as easy as a carpet cleaning and a wash down of the walls. Add a bit of decluttering and a house presents itself as almost new. Not this one. This house looks as though its been through the ringer. Like when someone skips out on their mortgage and destroys the house before they’re officially evicted. This requires me to be creative, something I’m lacking lately.
I finish showering, make myself some tea, and heat up toast. I grab my iPad and open up the local news station and flip through the top stories for today. I’m hoping to be surprised and a positive story is posted. No such luck. Someone arrested for drunk driving, another accused of insurance fraud, protesters at the Capitol. Same old news. An exciting weekend in Madison.
Once I’m done eating and ready for the day, I head out to the office, set on figuring out what to do with Janice’s house.
People like Janice really irk me. No appreciation for their parents. She should be lucky her dad thought to leave her that house. With some work, the house could be a gem and stay in the family. Or find a young couple with a growing family to rent it. She could request top dollar for a home in that neighborhood, as long as the place is livable. My thoughts, though, are her dad wants the house to remain with her, for reasons she’s probably too stuck up to understand.
The office is near empty when I arrive. Linda’s door is closed, and the receptionist is in front checking Facebook. Is that what we pay her to do? I don’t let my irritation show and head straight for my desk. This morning I need to catch up on email.
I can’t believe the amount of spam I receive on a daily basis. Half of the newsletters I think I signed up for at some point in time, but others are plain junk. I don’t want to refinance my condo. Delete. I don’t bank with the financial institution listed here, so that’s a phishing scam. Delete. And no, I’m not interested in what Kyra has to offer me. Delete. I manage to find nine legitimate emails in the thirty-one cluttering my mailbox.
Twenty minutes pass and my almost empty folder marks my success. I should come into the office more often. Too many distractions exist at home. My cell vibrates. A voicemail. How did I miss my phone ringing? I guess that’s what focus does.
“Kate, this is Kellan. Can you give me a call back to discuss some houses? I want to start looking as soon as possible. Thank you!”
I take down his number and punch in the numbers right away. I’m excited to talk with him. He picks up after the first ring, giving me no time to prep what I’m going to say.
“Kellan Valentine. It’s a beautiful day. How can I help?”
Okay … I roll my eyes. Pretty corny, if you ask me, but cute all the same. I picture his adoring smile while he says this. “Hi, Kellan. It’s Kate Hayes. From bowling.” Duh. He knows that.
“Thank you for calling back so fast! Care to show me around some properties?”
He’s happy to hear from me and wants to see me. “Today?”
“Yeah. Today.”
“I need a little bit of notice to set up viewings.” People don’t want to drop what they’re doing to bring strangers into their house. They want time to tidy up and make the place presentable. Unless they’re like me and everything is meticulous at any given time. But I’m the exception, not the norm.
“Shoot. I really want to see some places today if you can make it happen. I have off, and the
The shower is the best place to be overcome with ideas. Whenever I find myself stuck on something, I turn the water up as I high as I can stand it and clear my mind as the heat cascades down my body. This morning Janice’s house is all I can think about. How in the world do I plan on selling this property? Most situations call for something as easy as a carpet cleaning and a wash down of the walls. Add a bit of decluttering and a house presents itself as almost new. Not this one. This house looks as though its been through the ringer. Like when someone skips out on their mortgage and destroys the house before they’re officially evicted. This requires me to be creative, something I’m lacking lately.
I finish showering, make myself some tea, and heat up toast. I grab my iPad and open up the local news station and flip through the top stories for today. I’m hoping to be surprised and a positive story is posted. No such luck. Someone arrested for drunk driving, another accused of insurance fraud, protesters at the Capitol. Same old news. An exciting weekend in Madison.
Once I’m done eating and ready for the day, I head out to the office, set on figuring out what to do with Janice’s house.
People like Janice really irk me. No appreciation for their parents. She should be lucky her dad thought to leave her that house. With some work, the house could be a gem and stay in the family. Or find a young couple with a growing family to rent it. She could request top dollar for a home in that neighborhood, as long as the place is livable. My thoughts, though, are her dad wants the house to remain with her, for reasons she’s probably too stuck up to understand.
The office is near empty when I arrive. Linda’s door is closed, and the receptionist is in front checking Facebook. Is that what we pay her to do? I don’t let my irritation show and head straight for my desk. This morning I need to catch up on email.
I can’t believe the amount of spam I receive on a daily basis. Half of the newsletters I think I signed up for at some point in time, but others are plain junk. I don’t want to refinance my condo. Delete. I don’t bank with the financial institution listed here, so that’s a phishing scam. Delete. And no, I’m not interested in what Kyra has to offer me. Delete. I manage to find nine legitimate emails in the thirty-one cluttering my mailbox.
Twenty minutes pass and my almost empty folder marks my success. I should come into the office more often. Too many distractions exist at home. My cell vibrates. A voicemail. How did I miss my phone ringing? I guess that’s what focus does.
“Kate, this is Kellan. Can you give me a call back to discuss some houses? I want to start looking as soon as possible. Thank you!”
I take down his number and punch in the numbers right away. I’m excited to talk with him. He picks up after the first ring, giving me no time to prep what I’m going to say.
“Kellan Valentine. It’s a beautiful day. How can I help?”
Okay … I roll my eyes. Pretty corny, if you ask me, but cute all the same. I picture his adoring smile while he says this. “Hi, Kellan. It’s Kate Hayes. From bowling.” Duh. He knows that.
“Thank you for calling back so fast! Care to show me around some properties?”
He’s happy to hear from me and wants to see me. “Today?”
“Yeah. Today.”
“I need a little bit of notice to set up viewings.” People don’t want to drop what they’re doing to bring strangers into their house. They want time to tidy up and make the place presentable. Unless they’re like me and everything is meticulous at any given time. But I’m the exception, not the norm.
“Shoot. I really want to see some places today if you can make it happen. I have off, and the
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