Utter Shit

“Next year, we need to seriously make a goal to get an assistant. We each need to put $15K in an account and use that to pay someone to do the tedious work”.

She does not really respond. “No, really. I cannot give up my entire life for this. I cannot work until 8 pm every Sunday, then work the next 6 consecutive days. I would like to attempt a life.“

Having had to give up an invite to Monday Night Football, I am bent out of shape to be working until 9:30 at night.

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Here is why we need an assistant. This is my week:

Tuesday:  7:30 Walk with friend since too tired to go to Bootcamp. Go to SF to see this. Lunch at Gordon Biersch. And I have to take my laptop…because I may be getting responses to offers I have out.  Come back to work til 7:00

Wednesday:  5:30 am Bootcamp.  9:30 – preview property 45 mins away.  Run around to 2 areas to get sigs on an offfer.   1:00 Listing Presentation (he was a douche, I do NOT want that listing).  5:00 Drinks in Walnut Creek with a lender friend.   9:00 pm phone still ringing for work.

Thursday:  10:00 Preview homes.  2:00 finally have lunch.  Run around like a chicken with my head cut off buying shower gift, wrapping up an escrow.  Get home from work at 6:30.  8:00 car show downtown.  9:00 find new bars since our regular  ones are closed from car show.  Home around 2 am.

Friday:  I have no idea what actually happened today. I would have SWORN I could work a half day and spend the rest of it lazing around.  It is 7 pm and I am still working.  2 accepted offers today, looked at rental property for a client in Milpitas and Fremont.  Got my passport picture taken.  Called my dental insurance finally (after being cancelled) to inform them that calling them to figure out what I owe the and when has been on my to-do list for 60 days.  No really.  60 days.

The rest of the week looks like this:  Show homes tomorrow.  Laundry, pack, clean house.  Sunday get on a plane and go to San Diego.  Come home Tuesday night to start it all over again

I am more tired than I can ever tell you.  I am scrambling to get work done tonight so I may have the option of actually packing and cleaning tomorrow.  I am a huge whiner, huh?