Among my recent schmoozing activities, in one evening (last Friday), I attended TWO gatherings: a company Winter Wonderland party sponsored by our office’s top two agents, AND I went out for drinks with ladies in a meetup group called Ditch the Bitch Stigma. Originally, I was going to skip the work party, bc no one I knew was going and I dunno: it felt a little too cool for me.

But then, my diligent side kicked in, and I convinced myself that this job is a continuation and expansion of forcing myself into uncomfortable social situations. I figured, if anything, it was important to “show up,” and in addition to desensitizing me to future awkward social settings, maybe I would get lucky and befriend some agents who’ll let me cover their open houses later down the road. Yes, I’m trying to be smart and strategic, bc well, that’s how the world operates!

So at 5:30p, I show up at the Aloft hotel, where the party started at 5. Immediately, I knew I’d entered the wrong scene. Holy fuck. There’s a DJ, the room is lit up like a Virgin America airplane, and everyone is super decked out in white cocktail attire, like super fancy lace/shimmery dresses. Shit. Mind you, there was NO INFORMATION about attire on the calendar invite. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Thankfully, I actually wore a skirt that day, but I mean, clearly I was like the only one who did NOT get the memo. Fine, whatever. What can be done: I’m already there. So I talk to some lash extension vendor who has a table set up. He gives me some coupons. Then I mosey my way deeper into the lounge. There aren’t a ton of people, but the bar is def backed up. I stand by the bar, awkwardly next to some dude already seated (and NOT in white) for like 5 minutes and the bartender just continues to ignore, helping every other person around. That’s the other thing about these party scenes: only the beautiful people get attention or service. So now I’m feeling even more insecure… and I’m practically hovering over this seated dude at the bar, all up in his personal space bc I want the bartender to see that I’m wanting service. I dunno. It was probably a desperate move bc it’s not like positioning myself closer to the bar moved me up in priority at all. Anyway, then the seated dude says something to me like what is this party that’s happening? I said, it’s some holiday party thrown by our top agents. He asks me if they throw this party every year, and I say I don’t know. I’m new. He wasn’t sure I was part of that party bc I didn’t match the theme… um yeah, dude. I’m a tard and I didn’t get the memo. Anyway, long story short, I start chatting with this guy who is a local tech startup CEO– he comes to this bar often to wait out the traffic. It was fine conversing with him: we had some things in common, like past experiences working in renewable energy and he spent some time in the Mid-Atlantic… he told me about his new startup. He was pleasant, but goddamn, the music was loud, so there was THAT annoyance while having a conversation. We connected on LinkedIn. And I swear the bartender took FOREVER to get to me. So 30 minutes later, I excuse myself bc shit, I’m supposed to be meeting the big dogs at the work party, right? As I moved to the lounge area, all the tables were “reserved.” I walked past clusters of people, and shit, things suddenly felt very cliquish. Ugh!!!!

Thankfully, my managing broker (the surfer dude) showed up a few minutes later, after I just sat down alone in an empty reserved section and crammed snacks into my piehold. The guy M is a pretty interesting guy, with a fascinating background working for MTV and Paramount and shit. In school, he would def be one of the “cool kids,” but fortunately, for me, since he heads up our office, he’s not allowed to be super cliquish. So we chatted for a bit. Then his boss showed up, and I passed along some nice compliments I’d heard from title agents about M’s superb recruitment efforts. In retrospect, maybe it came across brown-nosy. I wasn’t trying to be. That was just the only thing that came to mind when his boss mentioned Matt’s work growing the office. Overall, I didn’t do as much “strategic” schmoozing as I had hoped (meaning: befriending other agents in the office), but M commented that it was good I came. And I think he’s def noticed that I “show up” a lot, like to office trainings and what not. Afterwards, I headed out to attend my meetup group.

So Ditch the Bitch Stigma meetup was not bad! The premise is a gathering of professional women to talk about sexism in the workplace and beyond. The group of 8-10 was really diverse age-wise but not really diverse race-wise. Mostly white. I befriended the lady next to me S who is a financial planner and a lady sitting across– S who works for a telemedicine service. The conversation went well. I found lots in common with these women: the financial planner is a Cali native who recently traveled to my birth city of Baltimore. She is OBSESSED with Groupon; she has two dogs; and she bought land in Washington state and plans to retire/build a container home up there. The telemedicine lady just put in her notice after working for an asshole female boss (Jesus, how many are out there?); she has a very old dog; and she’s starting a new venture related to wine and tourism! Isn’t it crazy how three random strangers can have so much in common? We talked about all sorts of things, but my main takeaway was that I need to think more positively. I mean, sure, that concept is nothing new: it’s all shit I learned years ago in my mental skills training class. But fuck man, I am a worry wart and sometimes I just let my negativity consume me!! Like the smart ones say, it takes the same amount of energy, so why not just be positive for a change. After our conversation, I took the opportunity to connect on LinkedIn, and I followed up sending them info about my animal shelter donation drive, for which I even created a branded flyer (which took me forever to create)! Hey, this is my attempt at self-promotion. Regardless, I think I will continue going to this meetup in the new year!

On Sunday our neighbor two doors down hosted a gathering of people who live at our end of the street. She’s a realtor (looking to retire soon), so their house, purchased in 2015 for $2M looked incredible… it was practically staged!! The party itself was somewhat stilted but overall a pleasant experience. It got me thinking: modern living is so isolating compared to the old days. I mean, so many people living in the same vicinity and we really only know the host and our neighbors with the girl who walks Martin. The neighbors on our other side… the hubby actually was the seller’s agent for our house, but we NEVER EVER see the couple! Isn’t that sad???

But bc of the get together, I’m feeling inspired, so we’ve invited the MIA couple over for wine and cheese on Wednesday night. They want to see the changes we made to the house (most of which occurred ages ago in 2010!!!). Oh and I also met a Chinese couple at the party. Yup, slowly but surely, I’m expanding my circle. 🙂 And of course now I’m plugging my donation drive to these newly-connected neighbors. Haha. Always hustling, baby!