You can probably tell from some past posts that when I have a few hours available, I will sometimes hop in the car with my HUD key, list of addresses and GPS to take quick tours of 5-7 hours at a time. I find this is an efficient method of reviewing houses because it doesn't require me to spend time calling listing agents and begging them to grant me access to their properties and it doesn't require that I coordinate my schedule with several other over-committed people so we can go out as a group. I can just go, check out the houses and go home to play Deal or No Deal with HUD. Easy.
As usual, it seems as though things can never remain very easy for very long. A spate of random shootings is putting the cabosh on my impromptu solo viewings. A co-worker sent an email with 4 or 5 scary headlines about random shootings to the CEO and copied the Development Divas. Our director immediately replied that we were all banned from visiting houses by ourselves. I argued that although the shootings were unexplained they were not particularly random -- what was some dude doing shuffling around in front of a gas station at 2:30am anyway? That's certainly not when I do my house hunting. Also, when I go look at houses by myself I lock the door behind me instead of leaving it wide open as so many agents do. With her patented "Toddlers" argument style from the Great Pool Debacle of 2009, my director told me that locking the door was of little utility because if someone has been squatting inside of the house then I wouldn't be able to make as quick an escape if the door were locked. Preening from that tautological victory, she then laid out in detail the unexplained double murder last year of 2 on-site agents at a new subdivision in the metro region.
I don't take these dangers lightly, but statistically it's more dangerous for me to drive to work every morning than to go see vacant houses alone. So I told her I'd think about it. She said she'd tell my husband and see what he thought about my risky behavior. I exploded, "He's not the boss of me!" Sometimes the most juvenile response is just the most appropriate.
That evening, I told my husband the story. At the end, when I was expecting support, he just blinked and said, "You do realize that she actually is the boss of you, right?"
Smack down.
I told my boss about my husband's reaction the next day. She dissolved into laughter and did the cabbage patch right there in my office. I'll be safe, but I'll be salty.
I don't take these dangers lightly, but statistically it's more dangerous for me to drive to work every morning than to go see vacant houses alone. So I told her I'd think about it. She said she'd tell my husband and see what he thought about my risky behavior. I exploded, "He's not the boss of me!" Sometimes the most juvenile response is just the most appropriate.
That evening, I told my husband the story. At the end, when I was expecting support, he just blinked and said, "You do realize that she actually is the boss of you, right?"
Smack down.
I told my boss about my husband's reaction the next day. She dissolved into laughter and did the cabbage patch right there in my office. I'll be safe, but I'll be salty.
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That evening, I told my husband the story. At the end, when I was expecting support, he just blinked and said, "You do realize that she actually is the boss of you, right?"
Smack down.
BLESS YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART! :)
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