Now more than ever, I am feeling like there is just too much going on. On one hand, I am feeling invigorated… after all, I like to hustle. On the other hand, I am also feeling a lot of fear.
After returning to my bubble post-Montana, I hit the ground running. Lunch/dinner plans with former colleagues, evening networking meetups, trainings during the day, lender drop-ins, plus a whole lot of project management… Our master bath remodel is opening up a huge can of worms, involving meetings with general contractors, plumbers, roofers, and fireplace experts. Turns out, fixing the gas leak (which we discovered when we swapped out the water heater) will require new gas lines for the whole house which in turn will involve punctures through the roof, and actually, we’re kinda needing a new roof. Then the roofer guy also noticed dry rot and damaged wooden beams… so it’s all adding up. The biggest downside is that the new roof is the limiting factor and the roofers probably won’t get us scheduled until late March/April due to all the rain we’re getting this winter. Ah well, it’ll get done.
Meanwhile, I hit up some more banks and credit unions last week. Two duds and one meeting with a branch manager who wants to set up a subsequent meeting with her two loan officers. That meeting will be this Friday. Then, my colleague invited me to shadow an open house he was hosting on Saturday. I was super stoked but then on Friday, he ended up double-booking, so suddenly, I was set to host the open house solo! Say what??? Yup, all Friday night I looked at info about the house, including reports, other similar properties in the area, etc. I even created my own open house flyer. But shit, I had no open house road signs and the office was all out of them. And since it was my first one, I was reluctant about posting to social media and such, lest I be caught unprepared.
Needless to say, I stressed and prepared and the next morning, I got up early to preview area comps. By noon, I met up with my colleague who gave me some last minute info. Bc the property was a gated condo building, I had to post signs on the call box to NOT use the intercom (not hooked up to the unit) and to call my cell instead. I busted out my open house plastic bin filled with supplies, including sheet protectors, tape, scissors, etc. And my colleague and his hubby were super impressed. Haha, thanks to my open space days with all those damn events, I know about having a supplies bin!!
Inside the condo, I got settled (I was told to hide the knife block!!) and then off they went. Alone in the unit, I had about 30 minutes before the open house was set to start, and I started getting really stressed– mostly about my safety. Bc all of this happened so fast, I didn’t get to call a lender to ask them to cohost or anything. One of our real estate apps has a safety timer, where you set your location and if you don’t check in with the app after a certain period of time, the app notifies your emergency contact and sends out your location. So I called Bubs, who was still back East, to do a test. Um, test failed. Why? Bc I had super sketchy T-mobile cell signal in the goddamn apartment. WTF?? So then I set up Find my Friends with M and Bubs. I also had a lanyard with a safety whistle and pepper spray. Fuck man, my paranoid parents have pumped me up full of fear, I tell you. Even though it was cold outside, I decided to open the windows so people could hear me should I scream! And then I was fucking freezing. I’m telling you, this realtor shit is chock full of logistical puzzles.
In the end, only three parties visited in three hours. All Asians, and I even busted out my Chinese on the latter two. One guy was an investor and I didn’t have answers to most of his questions. I was so disappointed, and after he left, I realized I didn’t even get his contact info. Jesus Christ, I was so fucking nervous about the questions and then about my safety (not bc of him, just in general). Fortunately, bc he called my mobile at the callbox to let him in, I had his cell! So I found the answers to his questions (Owner occupied? Why selling? How much do similar units go for rent? How much is insurance?) and texted him. For the most part, two of the three parties liked the unit, but then they were turned off by the high HOA.
By the time 4pm rolled around, I was beat and I had a raging headache. But overall, I was proud of myself. I also got some ideas for more materials I want to have on hand next time (i.e. a map of the area with lots of pins to highlight accessibility and proximity to attractions/businesses, etc.).