Friday 29 April 2016
Sunny 18 degrees
Monday came around and I put in a letter to my agency giving my reasons for why I could no longer work with our so called 'partner'. The main one was of course discovering that they would be opening a shop in our local town and in a prime position. If our agency name appeared in the window, then my clients would happily trot in there and I would never see them again. It was a partnership in name and not in actuality. I pressed send and felt ill. I hate confrontation as I have said. OH was very happy and went off fishing. I went out and looked at the weeds and put some more weed killer on them. They are starting to look sick but nowhere near sick enough. Imagnined myself being free from real estate and able to go out and make my garden a thing of beauty instead of a weed strewn hell. Idea very very appealing. Mentally handed in my notice and felt much better.
Tuesday and the agency boss rang and said that she would really like to continue the partnership in the meantime and why didn't I start recruiting in the local area and build a team and then we could overtake the other agency. She said they were essentially good people. OH came back from fishing and was not thrilled with the idea of continuing me with them and also said it takes years to recruit good people. He said we needed to preempt things. To get things going in the direction I wanted them. So I rang the other agency and cancelled our joint viewing on their properties. I said I wanted the relationship to change and it would not be correct for them to show me their properties under these circumstances. I then emailed my agency and told them what I had done.
Wednesday and the electricity was off all morning. OH went back down to the rental units to fix all the things I had found were still not working and I cleaned up the house and fretted. When it came back on at 12 I found a message from the agency and rang them back. To my surprise and gratification, they agreed with me and said they would start making the split but it wouldn't be immediately.
Later on that day, astoundingly I get a message from Mr Wearing. Is the second house still for sale? It is and he makes an offer which is accepted by the owner who is in Paris and chafing to get home and stuck by the transport strikes. Feel that this has been a day where the barriers are starting to be broken down. And the stream of success will flow through. Send off the offer document for him to sign and sleep soundly.
Thursday and I go and see the accountant and she has managed to find me loads of expenses so whilst there are still terrifying amounts of social charges to pay, it could have been worse. To the market and I bump into another agent who gave my name to a seller asking for a contact in the international market. We had a coffee together and I said if she had any clients for any of my houses, then bring them along and we could go 50/50. She is rather timid but has a lot of French clients whom I don't see. Her timidity comes over in her housing stock too - a strange mix of land and low priced housing plus some very expensive exclusive contracts. Interestingly, she rings later on in the day and asks to do a viewing with me and her buyer.
Friday - today. Why on earth has xxxxxing Mr Wearing not sent me back the signed offer document? Ring him and encourage him to get a move on and then find that he has just typed his name into the offer document, not signed it and not written the offer amount. This has to be done physically. Is he dim or what? Which bit of my written instructions did he not understand. In fifteen years, no one has had difficulty filling in this very simple bilingual form. Normally I get the written offer back within the hour. It has now been two days. I don't think I can stand the strain..... Send it back, with the typed in stuff taken out, and ask him to redo it.
If he says he cant sign it because he has his arm in a sling, I am going to scream. A big shrieky scream.....
The scary chateau people still havent provided me with all the information needed for the compromis, I go out with arsy French guy who thinks he knows all about real estate and the young couple decided to rent.