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.
Today I threatened to stop a real estate transaction in its tracks, two days before closing, because neither the listing agent or the title company felt my pain.
Okay, I’ve been putting it off for way too long. I need a professional identity. But according to a branding expert I just read, I already have a brand, whether I know it or not, and whether I like it or not.
This week the real estate industry is in turmoil over Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp.’s offer to purchase Move Inc., the operator of Realtor.com. Last month it was in turmoil over Zillow’s offer to buy Trulia. That’s lotsa turmoil.
Anybody open to the idea of yet another housing crisis? Yes? No? How about yet another trend with unspecified “implications for our economy, society and politics”?
Fact: 39 percent of Gen Z teens are willing to take their mom or dad to the prom if it means being able to buy their own home.
Here’s a generation that understands trade-offs. Here’s a generation that will go far.
How is the standard of professionalism set in any industry? Does it come from a published code of ethics? From legal codes and government regulations? Or does it come from the heart? And from long hours of intense self-discipline, of consistently refusing to take the easy way out?