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Sep. 25th, 2009 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Being a social butterfly and hospitality queen, and having lived with a couple of property managers/ real estate agents for so long, I almost feel guilty when I turn up to view a property along with a few other hopefuls. Knowing what questions to ask and what things to say ("Well, I haven't any plans to move in the near future, would a 6-month lease reassure your client?") seems to endear me to the agents.
The other people looking don't do themselves any favours, like the guy last night who mentioned that the lack of a range hood was awesome, because they always caught on fire. Once he had gone the agent told me she'd had someone else through who asked if there were cockroaches because "Every place he lived at had cockroaches. Not at first, but after he had been there for a while they showed up." I asked her if he perhaps smelled bad and she said yes, just a bit. And then there's the people who wander through, don't say a word, and leave without saying thanks. Awesome social skills.
That said, I have been looking at the less expensive end of the scale. That particular strategy went out the window after I'd seen my fourth cinderblock, gloss beige enamel, stringy curtained hovel. For just an extra $50/week I can have my pick of apartments which have room for furniture *and* dignity.
Because I'm worth it.
The other people looking don't do themselves any favours, like the guy last night who mentioned that the lack of a range hood was awesome, because they always caught on fire. Once he had gone the agent told me she'd had someone else through who asked if there were cockroaches because "Every place he lived at had cockroaches. Not at first, but after he had been there for a while they showed up." I asked her if he perhaps smelled bad and she said yes, just a bit. And then there's the people who wander through, don't say a word, and leave without saying thanks. Awesome social skills.
That said, I have been looking at the less expensive end of the scale. That particular strategy went out the window after I'd seen my fourth cinderblock, gloss beige enamel, stringy curtained hovel. For just an extra $50/week I can have my pick of apartments which have room for furniture *and* dignity.
Because I'm worth it.
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Date: 2009-09-25 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-25 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-25 02:45 pm (UTC)I think paying a bit extra so that you live in some place nice is worth it.