My Experience As A Property Agent

Yeah, I know I’m being a bitch by not updating my blog frequently. There was actually this hypothesis that the frequency of updates on vincephilosophy.com is inversely proportional to the amount of money in my bank account. So get the hint.

Just so everyone knows; I’ve been working for the last two months. And no, I wasn’t spending the last two months slaying dragons in Hogwarts or looking for a virgin in the Playboy Mansion. I was a property agent. You know, the kind sells property? Yeah, I’m that.

I kinda sell a bit of everything. From houses to apartments to shop-lots and even castles. Okay, I don’t sell castles. My job is pretty much selling anything that has a door, a roof, a window and no wheels.

Basically, my job requires a lot of travelling. So for the last two months, I’ve already been to various parts of the UK, US. Ulu Klang and Ulu Selangor that is. Okay seriously, I cover A LOT of areas in KL and Selangor.

After working for two months, I may look like I’m an expert in this field already, but the truth is; I am an expert in this field already. Gosh, didn’t know I could be so such a braggart. I used to be very humble, very handsome, very charming, very tall, very kind, very sweet, very polite and very modest. Gee, I wonder what happened.

You see, I have a relatively awesome superior. He is the reason I’m an expert right now, or at least that’s what I think. He is like the Godfather, not because of his wisdom but because he possesses the looks of a mobsters’ leader. But to sum everything up, I’ve learnt whatever I need to from him in less than a week.

Yes, I sold my first property in less than a week. 5 days, to be precise. And it’s not some chicken coop that I sold, but a triple-storey corner lot. Meh, the price of the house was just over half a million, no biggies. I don’t really like to brag. But I’m kinda awesome.

Somebody please slap me.

Anyways, I’ve learnt a lot from this field. I’ve seen all sorts of clients through out the last 2 months. There were those who spend money like their father owned the national bank. There are also those who are really calculative that even a five cent discount would mean something to them. Some comes in really flashy and posh designer clothes but drives an old Kancil. Some comes in simple shirt and slack but drives a Range Ro.

I’m not trying to sound ridiculous or anything, but some clients can literally be a pain in the ass. If you don’t meet their desired price, they’ll either shove a stick up your ass or they’ll just call you an impotent lad. Been there done that.

Just one thing before I end my long-winded and essentially insignificant to your welfare’s blog post, I need to clarify something. There are theories out in the world that we property agents are a bunch of unscrupulous and covetous hard-sellers who are insanely loud, irritating and simply don’t give two hoots about the society’s wellbeing. What nonsense.

We are not loud okay? Geez.