I worked late last night. And by late, I mean past midnight. So today I arrive at the office a little after noon. The secretary stops me in the hall and says that her computer files disappeared. While I'm poking around on her computer, a client walks in and complains that her house has been listed for a week and still doesn't have a yard sign. I apologize to her and promise a sign will be up in fifteen minutes. Then I locate the secretary's missing files.
I grab the stuff I'll need for the two houses I was scheduled to visit and the one that just came up. That would be: a folder of signed documents, a roll of blueprints, a house key in triplicate, a yard sign, a rider, and a frame. I have a stash of nuts and bolts in my car so that's one less thing to carry.
I put a yard sign up at the first house, and then I realize I forgot the camera. So I stop by the office (luckily it's on the way) and grab the camera. I take pictures of the second house, and then I realize that I forgot the lockbox key. So I stop by the office (not on the way this time) and grab the lockbox key.
I go to the third house, which I was supposed to be at at 11 am. I'm beyond late, but the owner called and said the roof is being replaced so we can't take pictures so I have an out. I ask the roofers whether the owners are home. None of the roofers speak English. I knock, ring the doorbell twice, open the front door, and yell "Is anyone home?". No response. So I test all three of the keys, and I leave.
I walk down the street to the house we just sold, pick up the yard sign and the lockbox, carry them back to the house we just listed, and put them in place. I wish everything was as convenient as the timing on those two listings.
While I'm dropping off the blueprints, documents, and one of the keys, I run into the owner of the house we just listed. Long story short, she was in the house the whole time but is hearing impaired. That would be good to know before I showed up.
Actually, that's just two hours of my day. Phew.