I'm beat

Real estate is fast and furious. I have a deal going right now with a Russian and his daughter. I met Ignacio and Gabi this afternoon with the intention of closing them, which I did. I showed them a ton of apartments, my friend Julie showed them a few and now they actually have to move but its the south American casualness that keeps anything from happening. But I found the right apartment, in the right location, with the right kind of landlord, and it is vacant, so they could move anytime before the 1st, which is when they say they have to move out.

I have a relocation from Baltimore divorced dude who is trying to jack me on the fee although his company is paying it.

I have a teaching fellow from Texas and her 2 roommates, who will actually look in Williamsburg and for whom I actually have an apartment.

I have the brand new lawyer, who shares a first and last name with a childhood acquaintance, if there is such a thing. If he doesn't get into his coop on 16th street, he'll apply at 1 University, where, while I was waiting for him to show up this morning, I ran into the young doctor to whom I rented apartment 6f, just coming off her overnight shift.

I am still waiting for an answer from my boss about the doctor and the nurse and the coworker who wanted to steal the entire commission. I have an incriminating email, though, from the client to me saying thanks for showing us the apartment we rented, sorry you weren't here when we applied for it. Sweet!

I have 2 clients who called on an ad for a place on 16th street that's been gone for weeks, but suddenly an agent from the Chelsea office has something that fits the bill. I hope to rent it tomorrow at 1pm. There's nothing else out there.
oh, and I have the Goldman Sachs and British girlfriend who vetoes everything, don't have to move until September 1. Could go any way.

Sorry this entry sucks, it is swiped directly from an email. I am so exhausted I can hardly stand anything. I'm desperate for an entire day off. The South Americans are driving me to drink, the Russians are sweet, mysterious, but ultimately not doing what they're supposed to. The colleague from the other office (not the one with the Russians) is being willfully unclear about the situation. The childhood acquaintance namesake got the co-op.