The Lady at the Real Estate Commission Today

You know the movie Planes, Trains & Automobiles?  Remember the part where Steve Martin is waiting to talk to the lady at the car rental counter and she's planning her Thanksgiving meal on the phone?  I experienced something like that today.

I had a defective piece of equipment I needed to trade out so I took a trip to my local real estate commission.  Let me start by asking if any of you have received the memo that real estate is a tough business right now.  I'm thinking my real estate commission missed that memo.  People are dropping out like flies.  In fact, every time I go to the commission there is always at least one person there turning in lockboxes and such because they are getting out of the business.  So it's tough right now for Realtors and everyone in the real estate business.  Oh wait, no, it's not.  It's not tough at the commission - they're remodeling their offices.  I pay them several hundreds of dollars a year for the honor of being a member and what do they do for me?  Nada.  Just make their offices pretty for me when I visit.

Anyhoo, I had to go to the MLS office because the commission is hanging out there during the remodel.  I walk in and the commission's receptionist is on the phone, but there is someone else there who can help me.  She starts in with the whole, "I don't normally do this, but since she's.....occupied.  I guess I'll try."  That would be great, sweetie, since I pay your salary too.  That's when I realize the commission lady is NOT on a business call, she's obviously talking to her son.  I'm guessing by her age that her son is at least mid-20s, but she's speaking to him like he's 6.  Actually, I take that back, I don't even speak to my 6 year old like this.  I was embarrassed for her.  And him.

"Well, Daddy will appreciate whatever you do for him.  I'm sure he'll understand that your friends are having a cook out.  Daddy will love to see you for as long as you can come by since he hasn't seen you in so long," she says.

This caught my attention since Father's Day is Sunday, I assume that's what they're talking about.  Obviously, the ungrateful little shit would rather hang out with his friends than his dad and mom is making his little conscience feel better.

Another Realtor walked in and she sighed heavily and said, "Sweetie, I'm going to have to put you on hold.  OK?  Hang on."  She did so acting like she was soooooo inconvenienced to do her job.  "Yes sir, how can I help you?"

He needed a copy of something for his records and wanted to know if she could get that for him.  She said she could and went back to her phone call.

"Honey, it's fine, really.  He'll understand.  I know he will," she says as she fiddles with her computer and prints out what the man is looking for.  She snaps it at him and goes right on with her conversation.  "He knows how important your friends are to you.  Don't even worry about it.  I'll tell him tonight."  Of course you will, you enabling harpy.  You'd still breast feed him if he wanted it, I can tell.

I missed the rest, because I actually had to pay attention to the other lady and help her figure out how to replace my defective item (another punch for another day - ugh) and when I came back mommy was giving Junior driving directions.  It was bizarre.

"Where are you right now?  You're sure you're lost?  Where are you?  OK, listen to me.  I'm going to help you.  Which direction are you headed?  That street goes west and east, which way are you going?"  The kid doesn't know his west from east.  He's starting to panic and so is mommy.  Even the other receptionist takes notice.  I'm beginning to think maybe the kid is lost in the 'hood or something and he's thinking he's going to get carjacked or something.  Then she says the name of the street he's on.  WTF.  It's in the middle of suburbia.  The only danger he's in is if a squirrel darts out in front of his car.  She then proceeds to tell him how to get going the right direction to where ever it is he's headed (hopefully the mall to get dad a nice gift).

There are so many things wrong with this I don't even know where to start.  I think I'll start with the fact that the commission is remodeling their fucking offices.  I have never been in another real estate commission's offices before, but I can bet that our commission has some of the nicest offices in the country - for sure in the state.  And that was BEFORE they started the remodel.  I hate that I pay them so much money and every time I walk into those offices they treat me like shit.  I pay your salaries.  If I don't go bust my ass and find new clients, you don't get paid to sit on yours and make Father's Day plans with your loser son.  If I quit the business, you're out of a job too.  Your job is to support me and to help me, so do your damn job!

Do your damn job is number 2.  I get that people make personal phone calls at work.  I used to have an office job.  I used to make personal calls too.  HOWEVER, when I had a client, customer, boss, co-worker, even the damn janitor come up to me to ask me a question, I hung up the fricking phone.  I'm really shocked this woman still has her job.  She sat there brazen as can be having a personal conversation on a company phone for a good 10 minutes that I was there (and she was definitely in the middle of her conversation by the time I walked in) and not giving a care to any customer who came through her door.  People all over my community are out of work, I guarantee we could find a MUCH better receptionist TOMORROW if we had to.  Get off the phone and do your job, you lazy POS.

Stop coddling your son.  He's obviously somewhat grown.  You're close to 65 or so, so I'm guessing your son is over 18.  He's not a baby anymore.  Let him go.  Stop letting him get away with his stupid excuses for not coming around.  He's your son, you want to see him - tell him that.  Don't smooth it over and act like what he's doing is fine.  It's not fine.  It's Father's Day and unless he's going to his Father in Law's house, he should be at your house with his father.  He should NOT be getting drunk with his buddies at a cookout - he can do that next Sunday.  He's a spoiled little brat and you continue to spoil him.  And stop calling your husband Daddy.  That's just creepy.


BNM said...

lmao omg i cant believe she snapped at a customer how rude!!! she needs to be fired or sent this blog post!

Laura said...

Yup, I would print the post and drop it off at the office:) Thanks for joining Footloose and Fancy Free. Following you, can't wait to read more!


Anonymous said...

I know many have thought this often in their lives. I will be tuning in to get many laughs. New follower from the hop. Hope you can stop by

jennyk said...

I just found your blog the other day and am getting caught up. This pisses me off too. I don't even act like this in my own home. If I have company and receive a phone call, I tell the caller I will call back later. I just think its rude to sit there chatting away with my guests patiently waiting. This is also why I hate call waiting. I don't have it and never will. Anyway, I love your blog and am sharing it with all of my friends!!!

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