Time is money for both the house hunter and the real estate agent. I’m realizing I’m too polite, too restrained when a real estate agent wastes my time with a property that bears no relationship to what I said I wanted. It’s hard to be businesslike when you’re enjoying discovering a new city. But it gets easier when an agent gets you angry.
Most agents (I’ve worked with maybe five) have been professional, polite, prompt, and have drawn up thoughtful itineraries. Since they don’t use lock boxes here, it’s a lot or work arranging for keys or to meet an owner or caretaker. Most of them have nothing to do with the run-up in prices.
I was polite, of course, the way Mother raised me. I keep thinking of the agents as kind folks doing me a favor, driving me around, playing “House Hunters,” a show where Realtors and buyers are always chums. When I’m house hunting, I’m more in vacation mode, avoiding unpleasant conflicts. But this isn’t a vacation, this is an important trip that could change the course of my life.
I’m learning to be more direct with people, and worry less about ruining anyone’s day. Assertive, not aggressive. Not to be mean, not to yell, but just straight-forward talk when I’m dismayed or disappointed. Applying what I’ve learned in Dale Carnegie management training at work. It’s only fair to all parties.