Honesty, persistence, and the pursuit of perfection

I was honest with $8000 when she asked me how long I have been a real estate agent. I also told her about grandma and cooking, since she asked. She asked me about the commission split between me and my partner in her case. I was honest about that too. Feels a little naked.

I was not so honest with another client. I led her to believe she could get an apartment she could not get, but I ended up losing her anyway. I did not like her, since she was the kind of customer who thinks she knows more than I do. As though people who look for an apartment for two weeks know more than someone who does everyday for months and months. It's frustrating.

But I persist. I bought a mouse yesterday because I felt myself getting stuck in that idea that I have to have someone else to my computer work, that it is just too tedious and messy for me to do myself. Not so. One of the reasons I haven't wanted to do it is that I have a laptop with a track pad at home. Not great for repetitive cutting and pasting. At the office I am distracted by running searches for clients (since finding the perfect place is a very satisfying feeling, even though it rarely leads to a close) and all the conversations going on around me. Also my ipod is busted. Again. More frustration.

But I persist.

I am trying not to waste time on clients anymore. They really do get in the way of getting things done. I had my wheels spun yesterday a little bit by some fellow agents and their clients. I thought this friend's client was going to put in an application on one of the apartments for which I brought in the (open) listing and would get 5% off the top of the commission. By the end of the day nothing had happened. The other showing by an agent in my office seemed promising, but I think the client thought the place was too small, which it is for many people. Oh well. I persist.

I am going to use this mouse this morning on my home computer and finish what I need to do with my G** D*** ads.