After my 2 client appointments today I decided to come home and rest my brain. The first appointment left me a tad frustrated. I am a real estate agent and have been for the last 12 years. Now, I know back in the early 2000s we were making a killing and everyone and their mother was getting into real estate. This ticked me off because I was doing business with real estate agents who had NO CLUE what they were doing, and got in to make a quick buck. All of them have since left the business because they finally realized that you need a brain and strong work ethic to stay in this business. Not only that, but it actually TAKES money to MAKE money since we are all responsible for our own marketing and advertising.
My point of the above rambling is that my first appointment told me that she was thinking of working with a Lender who also sold real estate (can't stand people who do both, nor do I trust them) who promised to split his commission with her by more than half. Then she tells me that she wants to continue working with me and indirectly asked me to split my commission with her. Uh... NO!!!!!!!
First of all, I'm sure you wouldn't work at a place that TOLD you they were taking 50% of your income just because they were doing you a favor and employing you. Second of all, you are NOT a licensed real estate agent, it is against the California Department of Real Estate rules and regulations that you receive monetary compensation in ANY real estate transaction. Sorry babe, but this is my career and only form of employment, and I'd like to keep my real estate license. Third, all the time, gas, access to information and property, and experience all come at an expense that is solely my responsibility. My broker does not reimburse me for ANY expense or my time. Lastly, I, like you, am a single mother. How DARE you ask that of me?!
Bleh.
I HAD to come home and watch mindless TV programming to get my head out of that funk. Food Network here I come!!! Shows on yummy sushi, ultimate meatballs and spaghetti, yum, yum, yum. But this mindless TV thing has got me thinking... I need a personal chef.
One can dream :)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Strawberries, Whipped Cream, and Bumps in the Night
What the hell was I thinking agreeing to go out tonight? I am so incredibly tired and my body just needs to rest. I'm watching CSI Miami and dreading the second I get a call from aunt who wants to go out. (I have really hot, young looking aunts.) Damn me for agreeing to be her wing-man tonight.
I decided not to go into the office today. There's really not that much work to do, finished all of it earlier this week. Made sense to me not to waste the gas and drive an hour to work to sit and listen to the other real estate agents as they puff their chests out. I did technically "work" today... just had to show 2 houses to a client 10 minutes from my house. And since I have to work all day tomorrow showing homes and meeting with clients, I figure I could play hooky today.
My kids are with their father for the weekend, and I get the house all to myself :) A break that I enjoy and sometimes is much needed. Of course I have all the lights off in here, TV and laptop are my only light sources at the moment. So why in the hell am I hearing noises? Like someone keeps bumping into my front door to open it? I think I got creeped out when I found out that the maintenance men and ladies in the office have extra keys to all our places. Kinda creepy if ya ask me. I keep the chain on the door as well as keeping it locked, but it still creeps me out.
Just finished my bowl of yummy fresh strawberries and whipped cream for dinner. No kids means kitchen is closed and I get to eat like a kid again :) I gotta say that I'm hooked to this blogspot stuff. I LOVE reading people's blogs. Who knew there were so many interesting people blogging...
I decided not to go into the office today. There's really not that much work to do, finished all of it earlier this week. Made sense to me not to waste the gas and drive an hour to work to sit and listen to the other real estate agents as they puff their chests out. I did technically "work" today... just had to show 2 houses to a client 10 minutes from my house. And since I have to work all day tomorrow showing homes and meeting with clients, I figure I could play hooky today.
My kids are with their father for the weekend, and I get the house all to myself :) A break that I enjoy and sometimes is much needed. Of course I have all the lights off in here, TV and laptop are my only light sources at the moment. So why in the hell am I hearing noises? Like someone keeps bumping into my front door to open it? I think I got creeped out when I found out that the maintenance men and ladies in the office have extra keys to all our places. Kinda creepy if ya ask me. I keep the chain on the door as well as keeping it locked, but it still creeps me out.
Just finished my bowl of yummy fresh strawberries and whipped cream for dinner. No kids means kitchen is closed and I get to eat like a kid again :) I gotta say that I'm hooked to this blogspot stuff. I LOVE reading people's blogs. Who knew there were so many interesting people blogging...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Fax Confirmation Stealers
Why can't co-workers pay attention to what they are doing? Mine tend to grab everything and anything in printers, copiers, and faxes without flipping through the stuff first to make sure it belongs to them. Do they think they are the only ones who work around here?! Bastards! 
Well, off to fax a billion pages to Countrywide to help out a client with their loan modification... and pretend I'm one of those DMV security guards making sure my fax goes through so I don't have to repeat this process 5 more times today.
**Update** The fax-confirmation-stealers' fax didn't go through, so I'm going to "accidently" toss it in the trash and forget to tell her. Maybe that'll teach her to be more cautious AND considerate.
Well, off to fax a billion pages to Countrywide to help out a client with their loan modification... and pretend I'm one of those DMV security guards making sure my fax goes through so I don't have to repeat this process 5 more times today.
**Update** The fax-confirmation-stealers' fax didn't go through, so I'm going to "accidently" toss it in the trash and forget to tell her. Maybe that'll teach her to be more cautious AND considerate.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I Thought Technology was Supposed to Make Life Easier?
That is until something like a COPIER decides to stop feeding papers and you have to walk like a MILE down the hallway in 4 inch heels trying not to break your ankle or your ass while still looking cute at the office every 5 minutes to see if the paper jam you just cleared allowed the 20 billion print jobs to go through. Damn copier!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Are you there God? It's me...
... Virginia, silly! I promise I'm not as shallow as my posts appear. Sometimes I just need some shallowness to drown out the reality. I'm sitting here bored as hell and listening to my MySpace music Playlist. A few of these songs are just hitting a raw nerve right now.
Lovesong by The Cure: just dig that knife while it's in me. Talk about heartbreak. It's like getting comfortable and surrounding yourself with the ultimate love just to know that you'll eventually leave each other's side for an indefinite amount of time. Love like it's your last...?
One Headlight by The Wallflowers: about a guy who lost a girl (depressed? or just searching for answers?). Song is close to my heart for another reason and I'm almost happy that it wasn't that much of a popular song so that others could taint it.
Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers: oh, Anthony Kiedis and other addicts, how I wish I could scoop you up and nurse you back to health. This song just oozes pain and sorrow. I love the guitar riffs and strokes. Loneliness sucks and this is just one of those songs that makes my heart hurt. Almost makes me feel like a beauty contestant wishing for world peace.
Sober by Pink: I'm CONVINCED that she was a fly on my wall when she wrote this song. The video and song could have been snapshots of my life. I felt like this before I actually heard this song. The second I heard it I thought to myself that it was a sign. WARNING!!! Brutal honesty ahead... I feel like I make myself be the party girl just because it's what everyone expects and enjoys. People (family included) make comments when I wouldn't drink that I was boring and bringing them down. They'd always ask me if something was the matter with me. I know that I was/am much more of a clown and social butterfly when I drink, but my problem is that I didn't stop when I should have.
My drug of choice is/was alcohol. I say was because I'm now carrying another life inside me, but I know once this kid is out I'm going to be back to battling that everyday, every hour, every minute. I'm not going to lecture anyone or come across that drinking is bad. I'm just saying that for ME, drinking is bad because I cannot take my foot off the alcohol pedal. There are no brakes on this crazy train. I'm the type of person that is either idling or at full throttle. And although I like to be a clown, I do NOT like being the one everyone makes fun of the next day, next week, next month, next year, next holiday, next vacation. All this time I've just grinned and beared it because I did those things with an audience. Not that I'm proud of those things, but I pretend to be to ease the humiliation.
The REAL test is going to be headed my way in several months. I'm sure by staying away from the social scene I'll leave my legacy behind for a new party girl to carry the torch.
Lovesong by The Cure: just dig that knife while it's in me. Talk about heartbreak. It's like getting comfortable and surrounding yourself with the ultimate love just to know that you'll eventually leave each other's side for an indefinite amount of time. Love like it's your last...?
One Headlight by The Wallflowers: about a guy who lost a girl (depressed? or just searching for answers?). Song is close to my heart for another reason and I'm almost happy that it wasn't that much of a popular song so that others could taint it.
Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers: oh, Anthony Kiedis and other addicts, how I wish I could scoop you up and nurse you back to health. This song just oozes pain and sorrow. I love the guitar riffs and strokes. Loneliness sucks and this is just one of those songs that makes my heart hurt. Almost makes me feel like a beauty contestant wishing for world peace.
Sober by Pink: I'm CONVINCED that she was a fly on my wall when she wrote this song. The video and song could have been snapshots of my life. I felt like this before I actually heard this song. The second I heard it I thought to myself that it was a sign. WARNING!!! Brutal honesty ahead... I feel like I make myself be the party girl just because it's what everyone expects and enjoys. People (family included) make comments when I wouldn't drink that I was boring and bringing them down. They'd always ask me if something was the matter with me. I know that I was/am much more of a clown and social butterfly when I drink, but my problem is that I didn't stop when I should have.
My drug of choice is/was alcohol. I say was because I'm now carrying another life inside me, but I know once this kid is out I'm going to be back to battling that everyday, every hour, every minute. I'm not going to lecture anyone or come across that drinking is bad. I'm just saying that for ME, drinking is bad because I cannot take my foot off the alcohol pedal. There are no brakes on this crazy train. I'm the type of person that is either idling or at full throttle. And although I like to be a clown, I do NOT like being the one everyone makes fun of the next day, next week, next month, next year, next holiday, next vacation. All this time I've just grinned and beared it because I did those things with an audience. Not that I'm proud of those things, but I pretend to be to ease the humiliation.
The REAL test is going to be headed my way in several months. I'm sure by staying away from the social scene I'll leave my legacy behind for a new party girl to carry the torch.
Sober
The party has ended for this party animal.
Miss wine night with the girls. Ok, ok, it was more like BOTTLES of wine night... I still miss them!!!
And this is how I will occupy my time until then - haha! This blog should get interesting since I tend to write things for self-entertainment. I don't know if I should be glad that I have boring neighbors, or maybe they're dramatic but I've never really been around to find out. Most exciting thing to happen after work today is the next door lady was yelling at someone to stay outta her room and stop touching her shit. I thought it was hilarious because I didn't hear anyone arguing back. Maybe she was talking to herself? Last night I thought I heard their headboard banging against the wall, but I think it was my over-active imagination. Wishful thinking?
Miss wine night with the girls. Ok, ok, it was more like BOTTLES of wine night... I still miss them!!!
And this is how I will occupy my time until then - haha! This blog should get interesting since I tend to write things for self-entertainment. I don't know if I should be glad that I have boring neighbors, or maybe they're dramatic but I've never really been around to find out. Most exciting thing to happen after work today is the next door lady was yelling at someone to stay outta her room and stop touching her shit. I thought it was hilarious because I didn't hear anyone arguing back. Maybe she was talking to herself? Last night I thought I heard their headboard banging against the wall, but I think it was my over-active imagination. Wishful thinking?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Just When I Thought Things Would Get Better...
Life went and pulled the rug up from under me. So is life. This may be a rare post for me, but I'm doing it in hopes of helping out another person. Let me muster up my courage and let it out...
I've basically been a single mother for the last 15 years. I married my first "love" when I was still a kid because we were going to have a kid. A year later he tells me he cheated (his words, not mine). I stay "for the kid." Seven years and 2 kids later, amidst violence, jealousy, possession AND obsession, I finally get the courage to leave (with 911 pre-dialed on my cell phone and my finger on the SEND button). Yeah, I know, pretty picture, huh?
Why the "single parent" if I was married for the first 7 of those 15 years? Well, my dears, because the "father" didn't want to be "bothered" by his children - not when we were married and DEFINITELY not when we were split up. He called his time with his kids "babysitting." I guess he used the right word for what he felt like he was doing, because the meaning is to take charge of a child while the parents are temporarily away. I'm going to fast-forward through the real ugliness and leave it to your imaginations. Thank God for his parents and siblings, because THEY are the ones that actually cared for my kids when it was his alloted visitation time!
Today I get a text from *insert description here* telling me he wants the kids to live with him 50% of the year. Huh? What? Come again??? You mean to tell me that after ALL THIS TIME, after all the hard work I did on my own with them, all the discipline, all the teaching, all the sickness, tears, doctor appointments, feeding, raising... NOW you want them?!?! Are you fuckin' KIDDIN' ME?!?! YOU?!?! YOU, who threw them outside of your parents home and told me to go pick them up and not take them back because YOU were upset that I had a BOYFRIEND?!?! Do YOU know what I SAW when I went to get them???!!! YOU FUCKIN' PRICK?!?!?! I saw two kids, (KIDS!!!!!), with their jackets and backpacks on sobbing (you fucken mutha fucker!!! SOBBING!!!!) because their "FATHER" told them to go outside of the house because they couldn't stay there anymore because their MOTHER had a BOYFRIEND... YOU FUCKEN PIECE OF SHIT!!!! And now YOU want me to hand them over all nice and packaged and pretty?? You've got another thing coming if you think that's what's gonna happen!
Disgusted yet? I know I am!
Although I would have LOVED for this other person to have been in their lives as a TRUE parent since their births, that was not the case. I had to fight through the court system for him to spend ANY time at all with them. A true near-death experience has "opened his eyes" to what should have always been his number 1 priority in life. I feel like he is throwing my kids crumbs. What kid DOESN'T want the love and attention of a parent?
So, my friends, if you find yourself in this lovely situation here is my advise to you. Stick to your instincts and fight for what is right. I don't think it's right to keep a kid from their parent. However, my gut instinct tells me that this "epiphany" is short-lived.
I've basically been a single mother for the last 15 years. I married my first "love" when I was still a kid because we were going to have a kid. A year later he tells me he cheated (his words, not mine). I stay "for the kid." Seven years and 2 kids later, amidst violence, jealousy, possession AND obsession, I finally get the courage to leave (with 911 pre-dialed on my cell phone and my finger on the SEND button). Yeah, I know, pretty picture, huh?
Why the "single parent" if I was married for the first 7 of those 15 years? Well, my dears, because the "father" didn't want to be "bothered" by his children - not when we were married and DEFINITELY not when we were split up. He called his time with his kids "babysitting." I guess he used the right word for what he felt like he was doing, because the meaning is to take charge of a child while the parents are temporarily away. I'm going to fast-forward through the real ugliness and leave it to your imaginations. Thank God for his parents and siblings, because THEY are the ones that actually cared for my kids when it was his alloted visitation time!
Today I get a text from *insert description here* telling me he wants the kids to live with him 50% of the year. Huh? What? Come again??? You mean to tell me that after ALL THIS TIME, after all the hard work I did on my own with them, all the discipline, all the teaching, all the sickness, tears, doctor appointments, feeding, raising... NOW you want them?!?! Are you fuckin' KIDDIN' ME?!?! YOU?!?! YOU, who threw them outside of your parents home and told me to go pick them up and not take them back because YOU were upset that I had a BOYFRIEND?!?! Do YOU know what I SAW when I went to get them???!!! YOU FUCKIN' PRICK?!?!?! I saw two kids, (KIDS!!!!!), with their jackets and backpacks on sobbing (you fucken mutha fucker!!! SOBBING!!!!) because their "FATHER" told them to go outside of the house because they couldn't stay there anymore because their MOTHER had a BOYFRIEND... YOU FUCKEN PIECE OF SHIT!!!! And now YOU want me to hand them over all nice and packaged and pretty?? You've got another thing coming if you think that's what's gonna happen!
Disgusted yet? I know I am!
Although I would have LOVED for this other person to have been in their lives as a TRUE parent since their births, that was not the case. I had to fight through the court system for him to spend ANY time at all with them. A true near-death experience has "opened his eyes" to what should have always been his number 1 priority in life. I feel like he is throwing my kids crumbs. What kid DOESN'T want the love and attention of a parent?
So, my friends, if you find yourself in this lovely situation here is my advise to you. Stick to your instincts and fight for what is right. I don't think it's right to keep a kid from their parent. However, my gut instinct tells me that this "epiphany" is short-lived.
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