We bought a house in Canyon Country, California, in 1996. In 2000 we sold it, and moved to Pennsylvania. And the real estate agent from that original ’96 transaction has sent us a calendar in the mail every year since. I’m not sure how she knows where we’re currently living, but we’ve received a calendar from her every January, starting in 1997, with her big Glamour Shots face on it.
She also sends invitations to pizza parties a couple of times per year. We actually went to one of those shindigs before we moved away (now that I think about it: WTF??), and it was kind of fun. It was all her once and future customers, drinking to excess and laughing it up. I wasn’t aware of such gatherings: people who share a real estate agent. It was bizarre.
But the woman had a motor inside her. She hustled more than just about anyone I’ve ever met, and I have no doubt she’s a millionaire as a result. After we bought the house she erected an elaborate sign in the front yard, announcing the arrival of “The Kay Family.” It was a little embarrassing, and I think it pissed me off at the time. But I admired the way she operated. She was ALWAYS working, with a big smile on her face, and also did things a bit differently.
Sure, she was a little crazy. OK, a lot crazy… In fact, the real estate agent in Crossroads Road is based on her. But she was able to harness it, and turn it into a positive. So far, I haven’t been able to do that. My crazy is just out there, flapping around. There’s no harness, no harness whatsoever. Plus, she works circles around 99% of the human population.
This year’s calendar is hanging near Toney’s computer desk, and I pass it twenty times per day. And every time I see the agent’s big fleshy airbrushed face smiling back at me, I feel ashamed. She causes me to take a long look in the mirror, and it’s not a pleasant experience. I’m capable of so much more. I know that, and her photo drives it home, again and again.
So, today I made a decision. Instead of just feeling bad about things, I decided it’s time to make a change. After I finish this update I’m going to march upstairs, take the calendar down, and throw it in the kitchen trash. Then I’m going to have Toaster Strudel. Strawberry!