Yesterday afternoon I took two clients (who also happen to be very good friends) out looking at houses. It ended up being probably my most frustrating home showing experience yet (and that includes the time I drove from Maricopa to Queen Creek showing houses and they didn’t ever end up buying anything).
I had nine houses on my list of possible ones we could go see. Out of those nine, two had purposely (I assume) false information listed. One had the lot size listed as 7,500 to 10,000 square feet, but when I looked it up in the tax records, the actual lot size was 7,099. This was a big deal seeing as how my clients, more than almost anything else want a large yard. The other one had the home square footage listed as 1,627 but when I looked it up in the tax records, it actually said 1,420. In the description it mentioned an ‘Arizona room’ with an added AC unit. So there was a walled in porch that they were allowing as livable space. My big problem with this one was that the square footage was listed as confirmed by the tax assessor, but since the tax records don’t match, it obviously was not.
Two others were not actually accessible. Even though they were listed as ‘Active’ in the MLS with ‘Vacant-Lockbox’ as the showing instructions, one did not have a lockbox at all and the other had a lockbox, that when I opened it, was empty.
Most of the others had major misspellings (Wildrose was listed as Windrose, Plata as Plana) or errors in the directions to get to the houses.
All of this was unbelievably irritating to me for three reasons:
1. I felt like I had wasted quite a bit of my clients’ time visiting houses that were obviously not what they wanted, or not being able to enter houses they very much did want to see.
2. I wasted several hours of my time doing the same.
3. As a Realtor in my first year, I am still building my business. I spend quite a bit of time attempting to convince people to entrust me with the sale of their homes. Seeing all these agents who can’t even be bothered to spell the names of streets correctly, or even to put a key in a lockbox of a house they are trying to sell makes me crazy. I know that if I was the listing agent on any of these houses, I would not only have all of these details meticulously cared for, but if something out of my control did go wrong, I would answer my cell when the other agent called to find out what the problem was (I have left messages with both the agents of the houses we couldn’t enter and still haven’t heard back).
URG.
In other, unrelated news (I like to end on a positive note), Ben told me yesterday that violet is purple in Russian. That just goes to show that he doesn’t know EVERYTHING, even though we sometimes think he does. Violet is obviously purple in French, everyone knows that.