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Okay, I'm back at work again.
Last Saturday this lady called and asked me for listings around the area b/c she wanted to invest, and so I decided to meet her, and I did Monday afternoon, but then after I met her she asked me to come back to her place around 10 at night to meet her husband. I was like "10 at night?? Like 10 tonight??" and she said yeah. The only reason I went that late was because I was in the area around 9pm, her house was about 3 minutes away, and it seemed she really wanted me to meet her husband. So I went over and the three of us talked for about an hour. They're such a wholesome white couple - most of my clients are. Well, I mean white, but not all necessarily wholesome. =/
I can miss work for weeks at a time at a booming beverly hills office and not get fired. Aren't I badass? But I have an excuse - sick leaves, whenever I see fit, due to my growing number of health issues. Just kidding. you know they just don't want me to croak and die in the office. Business has been slow so I figured I'd take a break - specifically spring break. Apart from sales I am a college student and I do deserve breaks from school and work at the same time b/c what's the point of having a week off when you have to work. =/
Anyway, I went into work today and the first thing my broker says is, "So you come and go as you please, yet you don't bring me any korean food." Haha. I didn't know he liked korean food??
So the vicious cycle begins. The relentless paperwork. "House shopping". Listing. Hearing people's credit problems. Filling up a jamba juice card with 50 bucks as a lunch card. Shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue on my breaks. Getting in free into Sports Club LA. That's the life.
Last Saturday this lady called and asked me for listings around the area b/c she wanted to invest, and so I decided to meet her, and I did Monday afternoon, but then after I met her she asked me to come back to her place around 10 at night to meet her husband. I was like "10 at night?? Like 10 tonight??" and she said yeah. The only reason I went that late was because I was in the area around 9pm, her house was about 3 minutes away, and it seemed she really wanted me to meet her husband. So I went over and the three of us talked for about an hour. They're such a wholesome white couple - most of my clients are. Well, I mean white, but not all necessarily wholesome. =/
I can miss work for weeks at a time at a booming beverly hills office and not get fired. Aren't I badass? But I have an excuse - sick leaves, whenever I see fit, due to my growing number of health issues. Just kidding. you know they just don't want me to croak and die in the office. Business has been slow so I figured I'd take a break - specifically spring break. Apart from sales I am a college student and I do deserve breaks from school and work at the same time b/c what's the point of having a week off when you have to work. =/
Anyway, I went into work today and the first thing my broker says is, "So you come and go as you please, yet you don't bring me any korean food." Haha. I didn't know he liked korean food??
So the vicious cycle begins. The relentless paperwork. "House shopping". Listing. Hearing people's credit problems. Filling up a jamba juice card with 50 bucks as a lunch card. Shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue on my breaks. Getting in free into Sports Club LA. That's the life.