Friday, November 17, 2006

I think I've got...
THE REAL-ESTATE BLOOZE...

I'm sure glad I don't make my living selling real-estate. Oh, yeah, it's supposed to be a lucrative profession around these parts, where everyone seems to want to move, but once you're "in it", you're "in it" and the job is never over. Hmmm, come to think of it, sorta like advertising sales, which I did, back in another lifetime.

"Well, we've got a good first offer, and then there's a nice lady who doesn't quite have the amount you want, so we'll put her in behind him", I was told last week. Okaaaay...Then, all of a sudden, that "first" seller backed out at the last minute, so now, another guy has offered the price I want, based upon a home inspection. So now, he's first, and I found out that the lady who was second pulled outta the deal, but don't worry, the Real Estate Lady tells me, "your property is on the MLS and we're looking for another offer." Whew.

And, every time someone comes by with a real estate agent, or a home inspector decides he wants to poke his nose into my place, I've gotta BE GONE. "It's best", the Real Estate Lady tells me. She's right, and of course, that's where she makes her money. Dealing with people so I don't have to. But I must ask, "how did the OTHER real estate agent, from a separate company, get my UNLISTED PHONE NUMBER?" HE woke me up at 9:30am on SUNDAY MORNING, wanting to show the place. So again, I had to be gone. I was looking forward to a full afternoon of football-watching. Bah Humbug.

So, I wrote me a little ditty called "The Real-Estate Blues". It's loosely based on the melody of "I Don't Know", a blues song sung by Jimmy Witherspoon, and later, the Blues Brothers. It goes like this...ah-one, ah-two, ah-three, ah-fo'...

"I found me a place I want to go, so I got a house to sell...
I got me a real-estate woman, who does the job so well...
She sez she can get me a good price, and get it in nothing flat...
But if all these buyers are 'round here, where the heck are they AT???
I got the REAL-ESTATE BLUES...people comin' round all the time
Yeah, these REAL-ESTATE BLUES...they just keep messin' wit'my mind."
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But hey, everyone's got problems, right? So, okay, okay, I'll quit feeling sorry for myself now. In that spirit, I'd like to end this post on an upbeat note...so here's a lil' photo-satire...


www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/hbo is probably getting really tired of me doing this to their fotos.

See those monkeys? I felt like them, back when I was working summers in the Forest Service. After a day fighting fires, or doing more mundane things like digging holes for one boss, and then being told by another boss to fill the holes back up, I was ready for mental meltdown. That's a time of my life I NEVER want to re-visit. And so, another post (mercifully) ends.

3 Comments:

Blogger Dogwalkmusings said...

Curious - does your move depend on the sale of your house here? Anyway, let we faithful know your eta at your new home!

Meanwhile, where ever you will be, have a great Thanksgiving.

1:26 PM  
Blogger Word Tosser said...

The words that come to mind are...
Trailer House for sale or rent...you know..King of the Road...

9:08 PM  
Blogger little ol' me said...

Nah, Ms. Dogwalker, I already have a place bought down there. And Cis, that's my favorite Roger Miller song. Well, almost. I think I like "Engine, Engine No. 9" a little bit better.

4:42 AM  

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