I was stood up!
When I’m showing homes to clients, I like to get to the first home early. That gives me time to turn on all the lights, close the toilet lids, and take care of anything major that needs to be taken care of. Since I don’t always get to preview the homes first, it also gives me a few moments to ensure I know what exactly is in the home. By the time the clients arrive, I’m all set to give them a good showing.
Accordingly, I schedule my time appropriately. Since the area I support is relatively large geographically, I ensure I have time to get to my first showing, get it ready, show that one, show any other homes, and get to my next appointment in time. I’m skilled at knowing how much time is needed to do all that. I am pretty good at keeping on schedule. To make sure things go smoothly, I always confirm with my clients the day before.
Today I was meeting a new client and we were only going to see one home. It was a home I hadn’t previewed yet. I confirmed the appointment with her yesterday. Today I left for the appointment 35 minutes early, which gave me 20 minutes to get there and 15 minutes to do my thing. I turned on the lights, checked out the property, and waited. And waited. At 10 minutes after the appointed time, I called my client’s cell phone which rang and rang until it made it to voice mail.
I left a message, repeated the address we were meeting at, told her I was waiting. Also, I indicated that if I didn’t hear anything in 10 minutes, I was going to have to leave and we’d have to reschedule.
I waited. Nothing. Not a word.
On another occasion, I was showing a house to someone I’d met before. We made arrangements the day before our appointment. The appointment was confirmed. Once again, I arrived early. I spoke to the seller for a few minutes and then I toured the entire house and grounds. This house was going to be perfect for my client, based on his wish list. I was excited to get started!
I only waited about 5 minutes after our meeting time to call him. This time, he answered the phone. When I asked when he would be arriving, he said, “Oh, I changed my mind.” Well, I admit I gave him a piece of my mind!
Going back to work
So, in both instances I turned off all the lights. I packed myself up, and left for another 20 minute ride back to my office. Seventy five minutes out of the work day, wasted.
Well, not totally wasted. I did get to preview homes.
In both cases, I felt like an excited young person, waiting for that hot date who never showed.