A tenant’s agent has been trying to bully her way through the deal.
“You do this”, “You do that”, “You listen to me”, “No, you don’t understand”, using exasperation and strange ideas and even resorting to threats.
Idiot.
Not me.
Her.
She’s the one telling me there’s a cheaper unit, but she’s bringing her tenant only to me because I agreed to share the commission.
She’s the one telling me she has a ready buyer for the same unit, a client who will pay record prices because they have a lot of money and they don’t know any better, making it a done deal, “so it doesn’t matter anymore how much your landlord rents it out, right? So you can tell your landlord to lower the rent!” And when I disagreed, she snarked, “Why you don’t understand?”
She’s the one who boasted she’d gotten the door pin, and already gained access to the unit. Thrice. When I pressed her how she got the pin, she flipped to “ok, just pretend I didn’t say. We don’t have the pin. So I will find out when is delivery, and you go down. You go down Wednesday. You go down Thursday. And landlord will pay for hotel fees if the unit isn’t ready. Tell the landlord that. He cannot back out.”
I got mad.
I don’t have boundaries for myself, but put me in charge of protecting something/someone, and I will find the line. Even if it takes a while.
And if I – the dumbest person I know – can look at someone and know they’re a flick of shit, then that person’s on a really low level.
My standard for decency isn’t very high, and she still failed.
So I don’t look at her as human anymore, worthy of kindness or decency or the benefit of the doubt that she has good intentions and is just bad at expression.
She’s just someone to twist and turn and align. A blustering idiot.
I have never looked at anyone like that in my life.
One of my kids – the smartest kid I ever taught – told me that people aren’t good or bad, it’s just intention and values and alignment. Either two people want the same things or they don’t.
I logically understood that.
Today, I emotionally understand.
And a long-held, cherished viewpoint of the world melts into tears.
One of the millionaires I interviewed said that when they joined real estate, their brain wasn’t wired the way they’re wired today. They were a lot more innocent, trusting, naive.
And I wondered to myself how I could change the wiring in my brain. I wondered what needed to happen.
Be careful what you wish for, right?
It’s funny, someone recently tried to cross my boundaries, and I still believed he was decent, that I could trust him.
Someone crosses a boundary of a person or thing under my care, and I don’t just push back. I want to attack.
There’s a difference between getting into a fight, and wanting to win.
I never expected I’d learn that.
