Photo-Illustration: Curbed; Photos: Getty In the past year, the real-estate market has, well, gone berserk. Houses are going for millions over asking in Boise and Albuquerque. Buyers are offering to name their firstborn baby after sellers. In this biweekly series, Realtor Diaries, we hear from the people at the center of it all — the 2 a.m. emails from clients, the 16-hour workdays six days a week, and the all-cash offers coming in from people who’ve never once seen the property they’re buying.
8:30 a.m. My phone rings all the way to meeting this broker. Tampa is hot right now. What you see on Selling Sunset — well, I don’t want to be rude, because we all know those brokers in real life and they’re great, but the show is far from the truth in the sense that everyone on it is so vicious to each other. It’s pretty accurate in terms of the velocity and cadence of their sales, though. In my experience, none of us Realtors are that dramatic.
10:30 a.m. My client is looking everything over and says she still might not let these people come see her house. I’m not sure if anyone will be good enough for her. She doesn’t need to sell this house, so she’s potentially just toying with me and everyone else. In this case, I suggest she ask her buyer — who is a famous athlete — to offer the family a bunch of signed swag and season tickets and all things VIP like that. Her buyer thinks it’s an amazing idea. Let’s see!
5 p.m. I’m attempting to inhale a sandwich in my car while I drive to my showings. It’s the first time I’ve eaten all day. Sometimes it feels like the walls are caving in. You get so stressed out. You get spam calls constantly. I like to work with my phone on “Do Not Disturb” so I can focus, but then you miss a million calls and clients start to panic. You are literally always getting pinged, and there is more and more paperwork everywhere you turn.
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