Utter Shit

I am not competitive at work.  I do not care who makes what or who is the big dog in the office.  I just. don’t. care.

I came back to the office today after previewing some homes and showing some others and there was something shoved under the door.

On it, our names were highlighted.  Huh.  Funny.  We are number 21.  I put it aside.  Do more work.

Pick up the sheet again.  21.  Well, we are # 21.  Interesting.  Sort of.  No, not really.  I start reading the list which has 100 names on it.  If we are number 21, who is above us?

Wait.

I do not work with any of these people.  Who the hell are numbers 1-20?  Oh.  They are agents in different offices around the bay area.  Cool.  But how come no one in my office is number 1-20?  That is weird.

There is so and so in the 70’s and someone else in the high 40’s.

Put aside again, do more work, phone will not stop ringing.

Moment of quiet.  Pick up sheet.  Study it this time.  Little note at the bottom…Top Ranking Agents out of 860-some odd agents as of 4/30/2008.

WHAT THE FUCK?  We are number 21 of almost 900 agents in THE BAY AREA?  And what is an even bigger surprise?  We are the top producers in our office.  TOP.  #1.

I am not sure if I should be proud or scared for the other agents in my office.  We have not made THAT much money this year.  Of course, we have paid out a ton in referral fees and they restructured how we are ranked.  The hell?

Things are weird.  I am not sure how to process this.  How are WE number 1?