I had stopped in the coffee shop on my way to meeting Rhon,
my blue haired friend I had grown to be quite fond of in my very prestigious
job with Coldwell Banker Residential Real Estate.
This wasn’t just any job with Coldwell Banker. This office was on Siesta Key! Right in the “Village” where things were happening! People from all over the word came in to buy property at one of the World’s #1 beaches, Siesta Key Beach. And by all over the word, I mean Canada.
This wasn’t just any job with Coldwell Banker. This office was on Siesta Key! Right in the “Village” where things were happening! People from all over the word came in to buy property at one of the World’s #1 beaches, Siesta Key Beach. And by all over the word, I mean Canada.
This was a job I was most fortunate to get through a Realtor, named Pam, Pam landed in that office, by what means, I have no
idea. But, she liked the office, liked the broker, Steve, and thought I should
come work there. Of course! Paradise!
The door was flung open each morning to allow us to hear the live guitar and steel drums playing at the nearby restaurant, and to allow a passersby the golden opportunity to search for visitor guidebooks, maps, golf magazines, golf handbook and golfing maps. This allowed US the opportunity to strike up a conversation with them in the hopes they would also accidentally purchase a half-million dollar one-bedroom condo they would one-day leave to their grandchildren that held they most beautiful view of the gulf of Mexico if you tilted your head a little to the left.
The door was flung open each morning to allow us to hear the live guitar and steel drums playing at the nearby restaurant, and to allow a passersby the golden opportunity to search for visitor guidebooks, maps, golf magazines, golf handbook and golfing maps. This allowed US the opportunity to strike up a conversation with them in the hopes they would also accidentally purchase a half-million dollar one-bedroom condo they would one-day leave to their grandchildren that held they most beautiful view of the gulf of Mexico if you tilted your head a little to the left.
Rhon and I became friends during our "Friday Office Training" with Steve, our
Broker. Every Friday, Steve was
generous enough to invite the new agents in real estate into a conference room and discuss
things we had difficulty in grasping. Like contracts. Or, as Urilenke put it, "what is all
this legal mumbo-jumbo? I don’t
get it, Does anyone here get it"? Her thick German accent caused me to strain in comprehension. I couldn't imagine she was ever going to get it. I actually took law classes in college and I was having trouble getting it.
When Steve wasn’t on the golf course, he was quite
helpful. Steve is a former lawyer
who quit that profession to enter real estate. He started in Massachusetts. Steve typically reminds all of us dejected Realtors "there is a lot of wealth out there" while tapping his pencil on the shiny cherry wood table he sat at the head of. Then, would add, "you can make a lot of money in this business," to which all of us would stare, silently wondering when, indeed, that would happen.
As the managing Broker, he collects money from his agents in the form of desk fees and commissions. The number of agents in his office is nearing 100. Steve is happy all of the time.
As the managing Broker, he collects money from his agents in the form of desk fees and commissions. The number of agents in his office is nearing 100. Steve is happy all of the time.
In real estate, they have a thing called broker tours. Where, they will highlight an area and
invite real estate agent to caravan around so they can see the unique features
of the area (on the water!) or property (it’s a mansion!) Rhon was kind enough to say she would drive to the tour of
homes in the subdivision located at least 15 minutes away –so I told her I
would get us coffee. I told her to text me her order.
While waiting for our order, I insisted on speaking to the manager of the local green apron for a few moments—if, of course, she wasn’t too busy…..
While waiting for our order, I insisted on speaking to the manager of the local green apron for a few moments—if, of course, she wasn’t too busy…..

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