I’ve been leasing Silicon Valley rentals since 1989, and lately I’ve noticed a big change.
While cleaning out a century or so of mementos, effluvia and homework assignments from my parents’ house, I ran across a hand-out that my mother or her mother or maybe the ten or fifteen other relatives of their generations who also taught school received during teacher training, entitled “What makes a professional worker professional?”
People who’ve “always wanted to get into real estate” usually wait until there’s absolutely positively no doubt that real estate is back! back! back! Then they get their license and join a brokerage. It makes sense intuitively, which means it’s neither a particularly good idea nor a particularly bad idea. It’s just an idea.
One of the peculiarities of the real estate biz is that established agents rarely flame out. They don’t suddenly chuck their A-frames in the dumpster behind the office. Instead, most veteran agents fade away, unnoticed and unneeded. Why is that, Daddy?
So asks Wayne S. Bell, the bureaucrat charged with keeping California’s real estate agents professional. Wayne is Commissioner of the Bureau of Real Estate. So he should know. And he does.
At 4:31 PM on December 22, Trulia emailed me “Important Information About Trulia Blogs”: they were pulling the plug–as of December 19, three days before they sent the email.
It seems so–I don’t know–sudden.
Maybe the #1 all-guts-no-glory job in real estate is being the spouse or significant other of an agent. If my wife blogged, the stories she’d tell.