Monday, December 10, 2007

Commuting to Houston...

...is NO fun. Each time I find myself driving into Houston for anything other than an Astros game or, (in the good ol' days) Six Flags, I find that I have a tendency to mass produce the beginnings of many tiny ulcers in the pit of my stomach and lose just a little bit of hair during the white-knuckle gripping ride of terror to and from the area so far north of my causeway... known as Houston. Seriously, how do people pass on the right, going 78 mph, while on their cell, with the tallest bucket of Starbucks in hand, and NOT look like they just saw the ghost of Christmas future?

Well, this time I have to say it was worth it. I just completed my last core class (that's an official count of 900 hours, folks, or in other words, 5.6 months straight (if I did it straight, which I didn't but you get the idea) of 40-hour work weeks of pure real estate goodness) before the Texas Real Estate Commission (TREC) says I can take (and pass, thank you) the Texas Real Estate Broker License exam. Don't be fooled - I am still a glutton for real estate classes and will continue the painful commutes any time there is an intriguing course offered within a 40 mile radius. However, from here on in, I'll be attending as a BROKER. Yup, that's right. BROKER.

Maybe having this title will help me avoid the question I so truly hate fielding: "How old are you?!" Which, to me, really means "you look far too young to know what you're doing - how can I trust you to market my HOUSE?!?! Maybe you can dog-sit while we're out of town, young lady?"

Well, for the record, yes, I realize I look young. But young does NOT mean unqualified. Young does NOT mean uneducated. And young certainly does NOT mean un-capable (I know, I know - it's incapable, but go with me here). I can professionally and properly market your house - quite well; in fact - have been doing it for years now. I can be trusted to work hard and diligently with this thing that I know and respect is of so much importance to you. And, yes, I probably can dog-sit while you're out of town too, but that's just really neither here nor there, now is it?

Signing off as a soon to be BROKER,
Merry Christmas everyone!