REAL ESTATE
I worked in real estate for a while and hated it. Every morning, I dreaded getting up out of bed because I had to deal with people. None of them could ever make up their minds about anything and they had no respect for my own time. They thought I could drop everything and just show them whatever apartment they wanted to see right there and then. Then they’d see graffiti nearby and I’d say there would be graffiti removal done soon and that it was a good neighborhood near the train and restaurants and all that. They’d say they were making up their minds. So I’d have to bother them the next day or until I got back in touch with them and they’d still say they hadn’t made up their minds. I’d get jerked around for a while and then they still wouldn’t take the apartment because they weren’t “in love with it” or something else. None of them cared that I had taken time out for them and that they completely wasted it. Some people never bothered to even get back in touch with me at all. My boss said I had poor people skills, but everyone mostly seemed to like me. I couldn’t help it if the apartment they were looking at didn’t have the closet space or a deck or a patio or whatever else they wanted but couldn’t realistically afford.